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Siben saw the crossbow bolt coming at him,
Shit...he's too close and you're too weak to block it or dodge it right now, you know?
He grit his teeth and hurled himself to one side, crashing into the floor as the bolt shattered his protective ward, tearing through the linen shirt he had on and taking a good gash out of his bicep.
He tried to scramble to his feet as men rushed by him and, in the case of one Lalafell, over him.
By the time the massive firewall erupted Siben had crawled out of the tavern and sat against the exterior, healing his new wound and the various other wounds that had decided now was a good time to reopen.
He looked up into the rain as it poured down upon him and just shook his head, smirking, "Hell of a first night in town..."
He felt the vibrations reverberating through the building as the multitude of smoke bombs went off, felt the growing heat of the flames inside the Tavern.
"That's not good..." rising to his feet he fished a wand out of his pack and looked to the sky once more.
"Thank the Gods for rain tonight."
He held the wand up and began accumulating Aether, molding it into a globe of water at the tip of the wand. Falling rain drops became caught in it's pull, orbiting the water ball like small planetoids.
He watched the people rushing in and out of the building, pulling survivors out.
Unwilling to stand in the doorway and not brazen or dumb enough to rush into the obfuscating smoke that billowed out of the building he did the only thing he could think of, he concentrated on shaping his water spell into a constant blast of water, (like a fire hose!) aimed directly through the front window of the establishment. Falling rain and water accumulated in nearby puddles began gravitating towards his wand, adding to the stream as he directed it through the window. Unable to see exactly where the fire but aware of it's general direction.
Shit...he's too close and you're too weak to block it or dodge it right now, you know?
He grit his teeth and hurled himself to one side, crashing into the floor as the bolt shattered his protective ward, tearing through the linen shirt he had on and taking a good gash out of his bicep.
He tried to scramble to his feet as men rushed by him and, in the case of one Lalafell, over him.
By the time the massive firewall erupted Siben had crawled out of the tavern and sat against the exterior, healing his new wound and the various other wounds that had decided now was a good time to reopen.
He looked up into the rain as it poured down upon him and just shook his head, smirking, "Hell of a first night in town..."
He felt the vibrations reverberating through the building as the multitude of smoke bombs went off, felt the growing heat of the flames inside the Tavern.
"That's not good..." rising to his feet he fished a wand out of his pack and looked to the sky once more.
"Thank the Gods for rain tonight."
He held the wand up and began accumulating Aether, molding it into a globe of water at the tip of the wand. Falling rain drops became caught in it's pull, orbiting the water ball like small planetoids.
He watched the people rushing in and out of the building, pulling survivors out.
Unwilling to stand in the doorway and not brazen or dumb enough to rush into the obfuscating smoke that billowed out of the building he did the only thing he could think of, he concentrated on shaping his water spell into a constant blast of water, (like a fire hose!) aimed directly through the front window of the establishment. Falling rain and water accumulated in nearby puddles began gravitating towards his wand, adding to the stream as he directed it through the window. Unable to see exactly where the fire but aware of it's general direction.