Darian shrugged off the spell like what he hoped looked like a duck shrugging off water, having not expected a spellcaster. He had been under the impression the bitch was a procurer, not a caster. He gave her a cold glare before putting two magic missiles into the goblin beside her, not going to jump down, but not wanting the little bastards to somehow drag him down. He rather liked the high ground and carefully stood up, so as not to fall from the perch he had found himself on. If he came to being forced to make a decision, he would rather jump back and down, than forward.<br/><br/>(will 15 = d20+6<br/>Magic missile 5,5 = [1d4+1]x2)