Cuttersbury - Trail towards Drych LakeSyed gasped shuddering breaths as he attempted to control his pain to the best of his ability. He wasn't good with this sort of thing. He was only a mage after all. And a boney one at that. "It's okay," he spluttered, his voice a good two octaves higher than it should be. He was never a very good liar. "Th-"
He froze. Oh. Estelle's choice of words a moment ago had summed it up quite nicely. He struggled some more, feeling the claws of the Varren which gripped his arm tighten and dig into his flesh. Oh Vayu this hurt this seriously hurt. Was if it was doing serious damage? His mind immediately began spiralling into panicing thoughts, complete with involuntary sparks..
So he allowed the arcs of electricity to grow, larger and larger. They would sometimes almost wither a little as another spasm of pain shot up his trapped arm, but he persisted. All he had left when one-handed was his bolts. His annoyingly useless bolts. None-the-less, he had an idea. He took his supporting hand away from the ground to make a few gestures, before aiming towards the Varren. He closed one eye to help him aim, gasping as the Varren underground pulled him a little deeper...
And fired. As expected, the Varren was unaffected. However, it was still a little
spooked by the very flashy attack. The Varren uncurled itself in midair, flying towards them with claws at the ready. Which made it quite prone to a panicky electrified boot to the snout before it could even attempt a slash. Please let him never have to do that again please.
Varren really were quite stupid.

Moira growled, her temple throbbing once more at the sight of the yoyo toting newbie. Really? A yoyo? Was this guy fucking with them all? What was he supposed to do with that?!
"I vote cannons."Moira raised an eyebrow at Nani. She didn't think much of the statement, being the somewhat straight-forward woman she was. She tended to take people at face-value, even if this one seemed a bit... exccentric. Instead she gave out a
laugh, sheathing her greatsword over her back.
"You don't need cannons, love," she smirked, that grin somewhat terrifying as always thanks to it not spreading as far as her cold grey eyes. "You've got me!"
She span, and in one fluid movement brought her fist around and
punched the Varren Nani had disorientated. The sheer force of the blow was enough to send the thing tumbling back, punching it clear out of it's shirt and sending crashing into one of the other Varren. Neither were getting up anytime soon.
The other Varren clicked their claws and hissed, adjusting their fabulous hats and eyewear. Oh dear, these people were tougher than they had perhaps thought they would be.