At the commotion Harb instinctively draws his sword and turns for the noise. On seeing the swarm of bees near him his face contorts into a look of "REALLY! What am I going to do with this?" as he looks back and forth between his long sword and the swarm.
"I hope someone is better suited to this than I am!" He says while readying himself to.. fight, and mentally pushing away visions of bees stuck in his armor.
Flint hesitates for only a moment before following Vins example. The dwarf focuses his mind, then forms a bolt of magical fire that arches from his fingertip towards the swarm of bees.
With a wide eyed, I can't believe this is going to work at all, Harb changes the grip on his sword so that he is triking with the flat of the blade and makes a slicing motion, figuring that he isn't likely to cut a bee in half but if he is quick enough he might smash some against the tree or knock them down out of the air.
OOC:
Just trying to make the physics of this make sense for the narrative.
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