Alright, Draiss thinks, first things first. He quickly casts two spells at once, each hand weaving a different spell at the same time, a trick he had picked up as a god, and was always fast to exploit. The first spell dismisses the hell hounds, while the second one paralyzes the cleric. Not wanting to appear too powerful, he jumps down from his mount, and lets the archers take a shot at him, as he had made sure two of them had seen him, actually nudging their looks in his direction. One arrow he takes in the arm, a minor wound, easily ignored, the other tracing a line on his chest.<br/><br/>His next attack was a fireball into the mess on the road. Another day, another victory, he thinks, before he 'realizes' that he 'missed' a fighter.