SlagMortar
First Post
Beamer holds his position. Every muscle in his body is tense. He has never quite been in this sort of situation before. His head is tight, his eyes wide trying to drink in every bit of light. He tries to emulate Banion's stance and way of moving. Magic burns through his body wanting to be unleashed, but he knows tapping into more than a trickle with be impossible to control. His eyes widen still further as he sees in his mind how he could solve this little problem in a hundred ways with some of the magic he has read about. His knuckles tighten on his crossbow realizing he must use more conventional means for the moment, but oh how it angers him to think of the strength just out of his reach.