Blood dancing in the air after a strike at his throat, Valen backed away a step as he grasped on his throat, going a little pale. The strike had narrowly missed skevering his windpipe and killing him, and only barely missed hitting the bone as well. It was dangerously close to a lot of things, and the taste of blood in his throat and being coughed out made it clear that if this fight went on too much longer even healing magic would have trouble bringing him back.<br/><br/>He had to fight, for her. He could not rely on his strength, his blade hand was too clumsy in its grace, his bow might have worked but not this close. Instead he held the blade at level to defend himself with, and raising the bloodied hand drew a sigil in the air, the blood actually hanging and shining in the air before turning green.<br/><br/>"Acid!" He shouted, and glared at the other man. He undoubtedly recalled this from before.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">Valen's using another of his conjurer's Acid Darts. 3+Int Mod (5) times a day, he's used it a fair lot but not entirely, thanks to the rest pause they had before attacking the house, but still... attack roll 13  + 5 dex for ranged touch 18 total, and damage roll landing on 4 and with +1 that gives +5 additional damage.</div></div>