| Init: 20
Llewellyn looks up from his book as the sounds of battle being joined greet his ears. Pulling out his sword with one hand, he walks briskly to the edge of the boat, book still open in his other hand. As he reaches the raft's edge, he snaps the tome shut with an air of finality and looks up, spectacles reflecting the morning light as he flicks his blade towards the oncoming bandits, a tendril of lightning reaching out and yanking the first bodily off the line and sending him skipping into the water, lightning crackling over his body.
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