Draiss sighs, before snapping his left arm out and down, causing a stack of copper coins to fall into his palm from the sleeve. He then flipped backwards, avoiding the rays of enfeeblement, and shrugged off the hold person spells, though the casters that tried spells were the ones who got the first coins. His right arm came up to steady near his left hand, and he took a deep breath, before his right arm blurred, the copper coins seeming to explode from his left hand, fingers spreading out as the stack dropped below that one. The females caught coins in the sides of the necks, making it hard to breath and talk, but the males got hits wherever he could land them on flesh, be it face, throat, groin, or knees, the blows felt like hammers being applied by malicious children. Several guards had to get multiple coins, though the second coins were much more painful, always to the throat or groin, and much more forcefully applied. Upon further examination, the coins had the words written, in gnoll, 'Good for one fare.'<br/><br/>He had to back up to keep up the firing, slowly shifting back, and upon pulling out the second fistful, he paused, noting that while more guards and priestess' were approaching, none of the original group were up any more. He nodded, and started to move forward, before a look of horror and shock crossed his face. "WAIT A MINUTE! Where the hell in the name of all that is holy, unholy, and redonkculous is my super double wide freeway?"