Slind walked out of the room after Piav, but not quite close enough so that he was going to be immediately struck with one of those axes. "Here's hoping," he said to himself, raising his hand towards the orc-looking man, and released more of his magic, a wild array of color projecting out from the palm of his hand to fall upon the orc... or half-orc, and the two men near to him. "Divroc, if I die, fly off and find a nice lady raven," the sorcerer said with a wry grin on his face.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Slind walks into the room, preferably trying to keep Piav out of the line of fire if possible, and then cast Color Spray so that the enemies marked "J", "M" and "N" on the map are all within the cone.<br/><br/>Level 1 Spells Remaining: 1/4<br/></div></div>