[i]It burns.[/i] Logan writhed on the ground, trying to make sense of the painful reality he'd just been thrust into. His skin was blistered and throbbing, exposing the delicate wounds to the gritty sand that ground into his raw flesh. The action attempted to drag a scream from his throat, making only a hiss as the lack of air came into play. He gasped again, dragging for breath that would not come as he blacked out, unsure of whether or not it'd be the last time he saw sunlight. Resurfacing moments later, he twisted onto his uninjured side and managed to get a glimpse of a female foot headed toward his face a fraction of a second before it impacted. It looked like he deflated, too out of breath to even raise a noise louder than the faint hiss of pain. Clutching his head(And newly damaged face), he struggled to get up, blacking out for a second time before managing to get to onto his hands and knees. [i]It [b]hurts.[/b][/i]

The Dark Mage managed to shoot Lumara a glare before returning to his dry heaving. As the breath he so desired finally came, Logan forced out a single sentence as he struggled to his feet, using Caius' hide as a crutch. [b]"...Was that... [i]really[/i]... necessary?"[/b] He couldn't see straight, and he could tell from the clashes and screams that the battle was still raging on, unabated. A glance to the side revealed confirmed that his attacker was dead or that there was a really red blur monster that was coming for them and since the Wyvern Lord wasn't throwing her axe at it... probably the former. He grasped for his tome, finding the bright yellow book on the ground where it had fallen, before continuing his explanation to Lumara in a faltering voice. [b]"Thanks... I think. I need to... get one of these... bastards... alive!"[/b] The last word was, while still faint, obviously supposed to be a yell as Logan spotted a man who broke off from the crowd, and wind back to throw something. 

The next moment was a gamble on the spellcaster's part. He knew most of the Thunder spell by heart, and merely opening the tome and confirming what was there made it more powerful, even if he couldn't even read his own name at this point. He slashed his hand forward as the gold runes etched themselves shakily into the air, and grimaced as the spell arched from his fingertips. At first, it seemed to have worked perfectly, the buzzing and crackling ball of plasma diving toward the large man, ignoring the flying arrows and javelins. Then... [i]something[/i] happened. It was extraordinarily hard to describe, but if forced into a single word, it looked like the spell was... [i]unraveling[/i]. The concentrated bolt split apart, energy arching off and burying itself in the sand, leaving a sort of spiderweb shaped blast that careened into the big man, knocking him off his feet with a crackle of electricity and a faint buzz as the air settled back into its natural state. The man collapsed as Logan blinked, cursing his inability to see at the moment. [b]"Did I get him?"[/b]