“Got another magebane bolt for ya, you sunnuva –” Chubat began to snarl. Five magical darts flew from the wizard’s hand and punched the dwarf all over, flying through his armor as if it wasn’t there and raising terrible bruises on his flesh. The dwarf steadied his aim and let the bolt fly. He had the satisfaction of hearing the wizard cry in pain. The wall of fire cutting across the Vadalis enclave suddenly faded as the wizard’s concentration was cut off by the trauma of the wound.
The wizard wobbled, and flew upwards, digging around for a potion to heal his hurts. Chubat turned his attention from the flying man and began barking orders. The men and women he yelled at followed his lead, and began implementing the fire-fighting plan.
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