Flannad eyes are wide in fear and he is breathing heavily from the exertion. His instincts scream at him to flee, but he knows he owes Liracor a debt. Switching his shortsword to his off hand, the young gnome retrieves a flask of alchemists fire from his belt pouch. "Get away from it Liracor!" he calls to his companion as he readies to throw the flask as soon as the duskblade is clear.
[sblock=ooc]31 hps damage!! I'm presuming damage reduction. Shame no one has a lit torch handy. And yeah, Flannad, whilst he has the opportunity to move, he will create a bit of space so that he can lob the flask.[/sblock]
[sblock=ooc]31 hps damage!! I'm presuming damage reduction. Shame no one has a lit torch handy. And yeah, Flannad, whilst he has the opportunity to move, he will create a bit of space so that he can lob the flask.[/sblock]