Draiss smiled, and dropped down low to the ground, and targeted the closest abomination shambling toward them, tossing another two blades at the creature, this time taking off its legs and leaving it thrashing about on the ground, allowing them to ignore it until the other two were dead... Or whatever. He saved his breath weapon until one of the creatures was close enough, and still used his two blade spells, which he figured would be enough to finish off the other two, and then let the others deal with the amputated undead before moving to the remaining four.<br/><br/>Once those were down, without anyone being hurt other than his casting ability from using so many spells, he grinned at the others, and stretched, catlike, before playfully butting his head against Cerulean. "See, that wasn't so hard now was it? And please remember what usually happens when the elf charges something. She gets smacked hard for her troubles."<br/><br/>