The halfling had gotten his head low in time but stumbled and fell flat on the ground as the dog jumped, the dog hitting Tehr back a step, landing before him after the impact. The other halfling lad tried to stand up straight in a hurry, raising his arm to cast a spell at the two now that his mage armor was in place, but as fast as he was in getting to his feet in a hurry, Tehr and his hound weren't exactly slow either. What's more, they were both very close to the halfling lad.<br/><br/>The halfling lad's arms rose in the air though, intent on pushing himself and casting somethign to try and win, but before anything would be able to fly, it was already time for him and his hound to reach the halfling lad. Though the beginning of something was visible already, a purple glow around his right hand, yet it was not spoken with spellwords but called to existence from somewhere within. The halfling lad was running out of magic.