I keep an eye out for any more of those zombies, and I notice Erion out there, trying to save a few individuals. Sure, I had a nice post here, far from danger and I had a good view of the fight, however, I knew as well as anyone that there would be more coming. These zombies are never alone, and if a single one knew magic, it would be the end of Erion. I figured out how far away he was from the entrance, as well as how far I had to walk to get there, and unfortunately, it was just too far for me to get to him right now. He almost looked as though he was trying to decide whether to fight or retreat, and looking back at the hill, I could see why. I aimed as many spells as I could at any zombie that looked like it might have some sort of magic, or, failing that, whichever one looked the strongest. "They're coming," I comment to the nearest ranged attacker, in this case, an archer, who probably already knew, given that he already had an arrow ready to shoot. I then wondered when the bangaa started using arrows, and then wondered why everyone was bound to whatever role their race filled. I then thought that it was pretty neat that he wanted to be an archer, and they actually taught him... or he was self-taught, either way, it meant that we could break out of these roles, break out of these stereotypes. If he wanted to learn magic, then that was fine by me, but he'd have to find someone else to teach him... as I am not a very good mage, nor am I a good teacher.
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SPD: 10
I fire as many fire spells as I can (5 actions): [b]5 SKL[/b], [b]17 MAG[/b]