Red looked to the other's disgruntled by the sudden burst in exhaustion. He wished he had more reinforcements that morgan and the dragon slayers but they would have to do. In truth he was feeling drained as well, but his testosterone kept him fighting. Fending off the few dark guild members who dared to come after leon red realized they were easily our numbered, much worse than he thought of, especially now with the ice bridge down. Still the battle would have to continue. Red placed a hand on his right elbow and stuck the arm out stiff his eyes met the crowds as his disgust was show vividly. "vile pessimist of the arcane and heretic bowels of the deep underbelly that is my hell, you will feel the wrath the divine be it by my hands or by the actions you make, your chance is now" Red said as a magic circle covered the man's arm and it developed in flames glowing a bright white and leaving a shine to them. "holy flame magic:holy hand cannon"