Zer'zan blinked, reaching for his staff, and snatching the chains into an enchanted, shielded pouch on his belt.<i>"Ah done be much of a fightah, but ah know a few tricks..."</i>Grabbig up his staff in his left hand, the gem at it's top pulsating with the power he coursed through it... Already his mind was boiling over with spells, incantations, protection and attack oriented abilities. Lifting a hand up to draw a sigil in the air which then washed out it's power, splashing arcane intelligence into their minds, a powerful Dalaran craft varient of the spell... Soon he drew another symbol onto his chest, one which washed out with a cold chill, the air condencing over his body to form a frosty veil of protection...<i> "How good joo be at da whole 'lock'em down' sort o' spells? Any fanceh time spells? Like slowin down sound?" </i>His voice taking on a hopeful tone...<br/><br/>He was hoping to keep it quiet, so they did not want to get firearms involved...<i>"Ya may no wana be shootin dat ting, we done want too much ruckus mon..."</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>