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It doesn't take long for regret to set in after doing something stupid, the length of time before regret generally being inversely proportionate to the impulsiveness of the action. In Zev's case, it took about half a second from the fight starting to him wishing he'd just kept his head down. Now there were swirling spiritual energies all around, Io's green flames flickering and even Hercules seemed to have conjured some sort of magical ability. It was all getting a little bit out of hand.

But when you can't unspill milk or unthrow a punch, the only way out is through. With that in mind, Zevemar's eyes found the reeling Achillis, who had just been struck twice by Hours and then singed by Io. The War Mages at The Spire had always taught the best enemies is the one that never gets to attack and Achillis' looked like a man who only needed a little push to be removed from play. It was sheer conicidence that he was the only person here that Zev harboured great resentment towards but hadn't yet attacked.

With a thought, the wizard channelled that resentment, all that stored up hatred and anger, into his staff and thrust it at Achillis. The air rippled as an unseen force flew between them, [abbr=Casting | Ray of Sickness | Attack with Advantage: 12 + 6 = 18/3 + 6 = 9 | HIT]striking squarely into the human's chest.[/abbr] For a moment, nothing happened. [abbr=Damage: 5 + 8 = 13]Then Achillis' head jerked forward and he retched once, twice, three times and fell to his knees.[/abbr] For a moment, it looked like he might rise but with once last shudder, he collapsed into his own fluids on the dusty road.

Despite himself, Zevemar smirked in satisfaction.