[ His voice is oh-so-dry, but very amused as he spins his lance around to plant the butt on the ground and cast a glance over his shoulder at her. ]
How many do you think you can hit with those fireballs of yours? And how's your aim, because I'd rather you not hit me in the process?
[ He keeps an eye on the approaching horde - because what else should he consider that? - even as he questions her. And then wonders if maybe he should repeat his question on her preference of fighting or fleeing. Although he's faced worse odds before. Probably. They didn't seem to be overly threatening, just numerous. Not that that wasn't its own sort of danger, if you weren't careful. ]
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[ His voice is oh-so-dry, but very amused as he spins his lance around to plant the butt on the ground and cast a glance over his shoulder at her. ]
How many do you think you can hit with those fireballs of yours? And how's your aim, because I'd rather you not hit me in the process?
[ He keeps an eye on the approaching horde - because what else should he consider that? - even as he questions her. And then wonders if maybe he should repeat his question on her preference of fighting or fleeing. Although he's faced worse odds before. Probably. They didn't seem to be overly threatening, just numerous. Not that that wasn't its own sort of danger, if you weren't careful. ]