Thomas smiles at seeing Syfis again, and breathes a small sigh of relief. Upon hearing the news she brings, his eye brows are frowned with thought. He looks about his gathered companions, and speaks soft and quickly. "If we wish to rescue this angelic boy, we will have to fight these creatures sooner of later - I see no other option. They are probably quicker than us, so retreating would only cost us time. I say we make a stand here." The young Thomas looks a bit nervous, but determined.
If the other agree, Thomas continues "I can create a area of slipperyness up ahead. That might slow them down somewhat and give us time to pepper them before they reach us. I will stand at point until they reach us, and then fall back." He releases one hand from his bow, gripping one of the charms that adorn his necklace. "Fire grant me speed and grace", he speaks, upon which the token begins to glow with a reddish light. "Now, for the diversion..." Thomas picks a small packet of butter from his belt pouch, smearing it between his back of his hands as he utters arcane words of power until a layer of grease appears on the ceiling in front of them, shimmering slightly in the light of their torches.
((Using one of the elemental charms for mark of fire, granting +2 Dexterity. Casting Grease to coat the ceiling between 25 and 35 feet ahead of my position. I have a spell failure of 15% due to armor.)).
