Slind gasped in pain when he felt the sword stick into him, but didn't fall over. "Remember Divroc, a nice lady raven," he said, suspecting that he was about to die, drawing a caw of protest from the bird. Suddenly Slind felt quite a bit better though. He had still been stuck pretty damn well with the blade, but following what sounded like a brief prayer from Piav, he suddenly felt quite a bit better. Still bleeding, but much better. "Would it be more ironic or cheesy if I said you were an angel?" He asked her.<br/><br/>Slind stepped back then, putting a bit more distance between himself and the man who stuck him, and then raised his hand, releasing another swirling mass of wild colors right into the man's face.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Slind shifts 5 feet away from the man who stabbed him to avoid provoking attacks of opportunity, moving to E4.<br/><br/>Then he casts Color Spray again. Of every conscious person in the room, only the guy marked "L" is in the area of effect.<br/><br/>Slind has zero level 1 spells remaining today.<br/></div></div>