The guy was sitting on a floating rock and shooting snakes. And he accepted the invite anyway, so he was basically power-leveling them at the moment. [i]"Yeah, I hear you. Smart place to be."[/i] Braden cast Daeris a sideways glance. "Nice find. I'm gonna call him Biri-Biri. Should we just stand here and watch?" He would never be content with that, though, and the grin he flashed the elf conveyed as much. His arms had had a brief chance to rest, so he felt like he could go on--a sentiment he wouldn't share in a few minutes, he knew, but he was stubborn enough to continue anyway. Braden pulled his Fowl Sword from its sheath as he evaluated the battlefield.

Any nearby snakes had swarmed to Biri-Biri. The dozen beneath him were slowly losing health, still launching themselves up at the small mage, bouncing off his stone perch, and burrowing into the ground again. Chips of the boulder were dropping down after each impact, so it was only a matter of time before the thing cracked. And Biri-Biri wouldn't have enough mana to kill all the snakes--to kill any if he kept spreading damage out like he was. So the first step right now was to lure some snakes away. But only one or two.

"Think you can hit one on the edge? If you pull more than three it'll hurt. Five would probably kill us." He asked Daeris aloud, rather than using the team chat. The worry was probably unfounded; Biri-Biri had already injured them all, so only the one Daeris shot should turn on them. Theoretically. His gaze remained fixed on the scene ahead of him, trying to pick out the pattern among the snakes for when and where they would emerge.