From this distance, you can't see who it is but then it's hard to get a good look when your attention is taken up by a GODDAMN FIREBALL heading in your direction. Your STAFF is in your hand almost immediately, and as the consorts scatter with a great deal of commotion (or, more unfortunately, slip and fall into the raging waters below), you take off, the slippery glass aiding you while also leaving you a bit unsteady as you hope to get out of range.
> Durrin: Yell at your assailant.
Maybe it's one of the new underlings, but yelling makes you feel more productive.
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> Durrin: Yell at your assailant.
Maybe it's one of the new underlings, but yelling makes you feel more productive.
bloody hell, mate, what's your deal!