“Li, catch!” “[i]What[/i]!? Kind of busy right now!” Liaena snapped right back as she twisted around slightly to glare in the general direction of Rithrynn’s voice. Blastwit yelped as the dagger pricked through the cloth of his underwear. Liam lunged forward to grab the satchel just before it crashed to the floor with all it’s delicate contents, flipping the lid open to survey the contents. “Ah. Of course” The boy mumbled as he reached a hand in slowly to paw through the contents – before freezing as he glanced up, to realise that Sathrielle’s gimlet glare had fixated upon him. “Ehhh….there’s a good explanation for this, Ma’am – Awgh!” Liam hit the floor just as a deeply unfriendly purple blast rippled over his head, before raising a hand to summon a shield around him. Standing in front of Liaena, Kathlin’s legs were threatening to buckle under the sustained attack from the battle mage – before the shield flickered and the strength from it suddenly increased. “Worst. Plan. Ever.” Bella said snidely from her shoulder as she held a hand out to reinforce the shield. Under the circumstances, Liaena refrained heroically from responding as she twisted around to look at Liam instead. “Integrity, she says. What’ve you got there!?” “Uhm…some sort of transmogrify, I believe” Liam gasped as he pulled a small vial out of the satchel. Spinning around, he lobbed it through the air to land with a crash at Sathrielles feet – with a POOF, the mage was for some reason dyed bright pink from head to toe, and looking completely unharmed and very angry. “…..” “Maybe not.” The boy gulped as the mage bore down on him. Liam just about managed to deflect the ball of ice with the end of his staff, as he yanked another potion of Rithrynn’s satchel completely at random. “Er – hyahh!” -SPLAT- Sathrielle stared in bemusement at her feet, which now seemed to entirely glued to the floor. Liaena rolled her eyes as she started to make her way over to Liam carefully, dragging a terrified Blastwits with her. “You suck. Give that here.”