Caezel knew standing in front of a fairy was a rather stupid idea. Still, he did, and so when the cone burst out towards him it revealed him for what he was - more or less a dusty sack of grey cloaked bones.

And the fact he howled in pain was a good indication he didn't like the light.

He threw himself to the side out of the cone of light behind a tree, grabbing at his pouch half-blinded while awkwardly pulling out the blade. He pulled out a potion - he wasn't sure what it was - uncorked it and threw it in the direction of the fairy. Or more precisely, 5 feet off in the wrong direction.

A noxious smell a few seconds later told him which one he grabbed. [i]Wonderful... threw a shit potion at a fairy....[/i] He got up unsteadily, prepared to slice whatever ended up coming after him that could possibly stand the smell. He sure as hell wouldn't for much longer.