text: You stare disbelieving at Master Brownhand, and before you can launch a spell at him, he uses your hesitation to weave a quick strand of fire at you.
  
  You barely dodge the small bolt of fire that jumps from his fingers and flies past you.
  
  Seeing he missed you, he curses and prepares another spell. You have to act quick.
  > You quickly launch a spell at him to disrupt his casting.
  Quickly, you close your eyes and stretch your fingers towards Farhan, hurling a small amount of raw magic against him. This is without finesse, and rather taxing, but effective enough.
  
  Master Brownhand gasps as the pure energy you launched at him hits him, and snarls a curse at you. Obviously, you successfully broke his concentration.
  
  Then, he grabs the dark blade still sticking in Lucius' body, hefts it in his right hand, weaves a protective gesture with his left and advances to the coach you stand upon.
  
  Out of the corner of your eyes, you see the surviving guards, with drawn swords, approach the emissary.