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Two more screens of magical energy went up in front of Grask and the others, the tubes of energy flickering slightly. Grask whirled around, aimed and shot a slab of rubble that was blocking a road. Distance be damned, a man who made a career out of guns was a man who could [i]shoot,[/i] and he plonked backwards into a ditch. The bullet sparked, and a small burst of purple energy sent it flying about a foot up, then into the ground where it couldn't hurt anyone. He turned and started back towards the Inn slowly, intent on staying relatively near this group so he could cover them. Whatever was going on, it was chaotic and devastating enough that this town was surely about to get leveled. He wasn't some ruthless businessman, despite his profession. No, Grask was a sane individual, he wasn't about to just leave others to die. So when the illusions announced some semblance of a plan, and when a beam of light designated someone with initiative, Grask was prepared.

[color=ea834e]"These barriers won't last long,"[/color] Grask began, breaking open his Manablaster and loading another psionic round. [color=ea834e]"But I've got plenty of them!"[/color] As if to illustrate his point, one flickered out of the air like a broken window. Grask raised his gauntlet and checked the energy vessels, they weren't supposed to be flickering like that. It had to have been some kind of magic from the tower that was causing all this, not just an earthquake with terrible timing.

[color=ea834e]"Magic- There aren't any wizards in town that can shut that damned thing off?! It's tearing the entire town apart, we can't stay in the Inn forever! I'll cover all of you!"[/color]