Things quickly went bad to worse for Drax. He was out of energy, and now the building had caught fire. Panting, he dived over the bar counter and resorted to throwing bottles at the angry goblins. Everything seemed to go by in slow motion. The Goat was flying to get water, there was a Kobold running around, and other spellborns had joined the fight. Drax didn't know what to think but he knew that the Goat was his ticket out of the burning bar. He sighed as he watched a bottle he threw connect to a goblins face. [i]That Goat had better hurry.[/i]