Looking past his allies, Tibor dropped his staff and reached for his holy symbol. While he had heard something coming towards them, it took him time, digging through his bag, to pull out the focus he would need for his magic. Once it was free, though, he quickly took note of what was going on and moved to act.

Striding forward, he placed himself between the small creatures attacking them and their fallen driver. With a whispered prayer to Kelemvor, he reached out with his magic and let it cascade over the halfling. In moments, the wound would glow with an odd, almost haunting blue light, as the magic worked to ensure the wound the halfling had suffered would not be fatal. Though it did not bring him back to health, the magic would spare him from Kelemvor's judgement for the moment.

"[color=007236]Watch out, friends! Batiri do not often travel in such few numbah! Tibor will protect deh little mon from dem. Batiri, hear Kelemvor's call![/color]" Holding out his holy symbol, Tibor called on the strength of his god. A hollow ring filled the air around the goblin, as the underworld itself reached out to embrace him.

(The goblin takes [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/21201]1[/url] point of necrotic)

"[color=007236]Damn...[/color]" Tibor cursed, the goblin barely touched by the magic. It had left one of the creature's ears black and shriveled. Painful, no doubt, but ultimately a minor wound. Uninjured as it was, its soul had been too strongly anchored to the world for the magic to take full effect, but Tibor had expected more than just that. "[color=007236]Deh tide of magek blow against me, friends![/color]"