Devaguea grunted as both arrows struck deep, and flung a fireball back as fast as he could before throwing himself behind one of the rock pillar things, he forgot which was which, and only then did he carefully begin pulling the arrows out. And as he pulled the first one out, he gave a bloody laugh as the silk shirt he had bought made pulling the arrows out much easier.<br/><br/>He then leaned against the rock pillar, glad everything really important got missed, and cast mirror image on himself.<br/><br/>fireball 44 (10d6+10 fire, DC 22 Ref)