“WATCH OUT!” perhaps less Shouty and more Growly
Pin my muse. | ACCEPTING!
Fenael is normally rather better at smoking out rogues before they can get to him and do him harm. Electricity likes to travel between suits of armor, after all. But this battle - no, this entire day - had been anything but normal. He’d left himself open by casting a barrier on his companions, but not himself. After all, the glyph could only reach so far, and they were quite a distance away from him.
As if he’d been waiting for this moment the entire time, a lone rogue darted out of the shadows to put his dagger through the little elf’s back, and he only just missed thanks to Rowan’s swift intervention. And though he just missed, that didn’t mean he hadn’t done any damage. Leather and fabric tore, as did skin, and Fenael let out a sharp scream of pain as he was pinned to a wall with Rowan’s back to him.
Ears back the way they are… he looks angry. Angrier than usual. “I-I’m sorry - please be careful. I should be able to cast another barrier soon.”