Samuel probably wouldn’t have noticed the Acid Rain, if he was an imbecile. However, a large dark green cloud manifesting itself only thirty feet above one’s head tends to draw the eye, and he was a smart enough mage to know that standing around and waiting to see what happened was likely to be a terrible idea. He burst out from hiding as the first droplets fell around him, one singing his robe and another burning a painful line down his cheek, acid. 

Samuel’s run had brought him closer to his enemy, and now he was tired of the foe’s cowardice. The Arcane bolt in his hand was ready as he ran away from the cloud and skirted around a tall rock, spotting a smaller circle of stones which seemed strange to his trained eye. He made no move to assume he had spotted his opponent, but rather crept around the tall rock he was in and looked about rapidly, expecting to see the tell-tale signs of magic from that area but keeping his eyes open in case his intuition had failed him.

(Mana:100)