To hell with the puppies jabidas tells the cowled ones to leave him but one of them begins to cast, quickly he strikes all of his teeth in with the staff of the magi and the wizard cant talk for drinking his own warm salty blood and spitting teeth. The remaining wizard have no choice but to respond with deadly force, the sorcerer dosnt seem disapointed but rather pleased a smile on one side of his face, he casts and lands a fireball in their midst 3 down at once while one screams for mercy as his robes slowly cook him the smell of burning meat is strong and the mages own fat only help the fire
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