The man in red Frowned. [color=ed1c24][i]"Hm. Well. If that is your choice, then know that you have chosen... poorly. But so be it."[/i][/color] The man began to raise his scepter with one hand, and making arcane gestures with the other. A flash of purple enveloped him, before quickly becoming transparent, leaving the man in a defensive position. 

The man in white let out a battle cry as he charged forward. He held a large wooden shield in his left hand, holding it in front of him, with a heavy, spherical mace in his right. He swung his mace in front of him, seemingly at nothing, but a streak of yellow came flying from the mace, heading towards Jeets.

Jeets side steps the ray, but hits the top of his staff, leaving behind a singed tip. Jeets remained in a defensive position, ready to strike at a moment's notice.