Fezz wasn't aware of the conversations held just behind him, his eyes utterly trained on the spiders ahead of him as they burned, still distracted by whatever was going on with him.
W-Why can't I burn it off!? Arhguh! The scholar gripped his head again with his arms, his arm that got bit shivering involuntarily although he didn't notice.
--Focus! Come on! Just try harder, push harder, shove more out! Put more into it, it has to run out! It has to!His hands smoldered and his soot covered gloves blackened slightly as he started to summon energy again but it was cut off to see an arrow hit the spider in front of him.
Of all the tim--Can't--Too--Grifen is--Just a bit--Longer... The historian's thoughts drifted off as he held his head once again, teeth audibly gritting against one another. Then his whole body relaxed, as if whatever struggle Fezz was in was over.
"Hahahaha--Ah, I feel so... Strong." Nonononono! Not good, bad, terrible! I need to stop! The mage stretched his arm, singular, his bit arm hanging limply to his side.
"Thanks, but I think I have the next one..." Fezz idly glanced at Grifen, although his eyes were not like before, whatever friendly sheen they might of had before was missing, and his voice taking on a menacing tone.
The mage moved to 10.3, looking like he was almost failing to suppressing a laugh the entire way.
Leave him alone, he's wounded, surrounded, I can make him surrender with a threat--just--I just need to tell him to surrender, come on, just say 'surrender!' "Heh, today's just not your day, is it?"Fwoosh Knight C!