[h2][center]Arthur[/center][/h2]

When the blast struck, he found himself launched into the bar, sparing him for a moment from the view. But he managed to pull himself upright, swaying as he did so. Then he saw Fyr near him, also hurt. [color=silver]"Fyr?"[/color] He made his way over. It didn't look serious, thank goodness. [color=silver]"Hold still now."[/color] Then he rested his hand on Fyr's shoulder and recited a prayer, allowing what wounds he had undergone to heal away. [color=silver]"That should do you."[/color] He started to sway slightly more. Then Dalious's cry caused him to look towards the rest of the room, with all it's death and the obvious foes ahead, as well as more ladies like the first two...He adverted his eyes again, then drew forth his sword. [color=silver]"Seems we have a predicament here."[/color]