Judging by the fact Wick wasn't shouting anything from the back, no more shadows were to appear from behind them. Coupled with the fact of the spellcaster focusing on combating the enemy with them instead of running further, it appeared these were the only ones currently in the town just as well. How they had made it in here was beyond Theodore's knowledge, but if they were the only ones here it would only make sense for them to be evicted as soon as possible. Maybe then they could ask the presumably local fellow where they were.

But as much as he would have preferred his efforts to succeed like Cesar's, he could not count himself among those fortunate. As he was about to load a bolt to his weapon, he accidentally pulled the trigger and made a blank shot. "Da...", he swallowed his words, biting his tongue to stop himself from cursing and began loading the weapon anew. A wasted opportunity, and in the career of a crusader, mistakes were all too often paid for in blood. Luckily enough they were getting the situation more and more under control with each passing moment, so there was no reason to panic yet.

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Theodore stands his ground, maintaining his Slayer's Eye and making an attack against the Shadow between Haemar and Thea. The attack misses on a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3278]natural 1[/url]. This has been reflavoured as the weapon firing prior to a bolt being set on it.

[b]HP:[/b] 28/28  [b]AC:[/b] 16  [b]Concentrating:[/b] Not
[b]Radiant Consumption:[/b] Available
[b]Slayer's Eye:[/b] Active on the shadow between Haemar and Thea.

[b]Spells expended:[/b]
0/3 1st
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