"You mock me while you are about to die. Go to your God proud, you got killed by apprentice while gloating." He smirked and made an arcane gesture as he moved a step back again. The silvery arrow forming up on his fingertips, shooting forth with force, the arrow of force impacting against the man's chest. He wasn't sure if it was enough, but Valen hoped it at least discourage that man from trying to attack again right away.<br/><br/>This was getting dangerous, and he knew that the man's attacks would be vicious if he got past the mage's protections, like he soon might.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Attack</div><div class="spoiler_body">Magic Missile, 5ft step back and casting, so 1d4+1 roll for damage gave a total of 3, not much but trying to push his advantage.</div></div>