"Ow!" He whined, and countered with a flick to her ear. "We didn't discuss anything! You just hit me and said 'we discussed this'! Hitting is not discussion!" The mooks drew their weapons. Rake sighed. "Right then. Beating up thugs now, recognizing my amazing leadership potential later. Have at you!"<br/><br/>Rake raised his hands to the air, making arcane gestures as he shaped his sorcery into being. A threatening purple magic circle flared to life beneath his feat, glowing ominously with power. "And by have at you I mean<strong>DEMONIC FORCES DARK AND SLICK, COVER THESE STUPID BASTARDS WITH YOUR SICK! <em>WEB!</em></strong>"<br/><br/>The sorcerer pointed at a space behind the bandits. There was an explosion of purple light and shadows over a large area. The purple light turned pure white and became a mass of sticky spiderwebs covering his enemies.<br/><br/>"There! As party leader I order you guys to GO BEAT THEM UP!" He called, take a step back and crossing his arms.<br/><br/>((OOC: Web directed at a range behind them to the west so that the bandits are just caught in the radius, but the fighters can charge up and smack them. Rake takes a 5 foot step to the east. End turn.))