[ Matt can't help a triumphant little grin for managing to make Liem smile. It fades quickly, but only because the presence of zombies seems to demand all his concentration.
It's strange. Matt doesn't relish the sight of violence, even against beings that want to eat them. But watching Liem in motion, moving with such devastating efficiency--it's really impressive. Beautiful, even. It can't be the result of his luck spell (right, sorry Liem, it was a luck spell), but maybe Liem doesn't need luck.
At first, Matt's mostly preoccupied trying to think of ways he can be helpful. Other spells he might be able to cast, any objects lying around that might be used to bash in a skull. But eventually, he notices that their attackers don't seem to be trying to get at Liem--they're trying to get past him.
Jesus, he can't taste that good. Matt's eyes narrow. He sucks in another quick breath. ]
Watch out in front, [ he calls. A golden shield weaves itself between Liem and the pearl-draped woman trying to reach past him. It's only a short one, maybe knee height: Matt hopes it's enough to trip or stymie the woman while not hindering Liem too much.
He also hopes he doesn't have to cast too many more spells. They're small, but they're beginning to add up. ]
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It's strange. Matt doesn't relish the sight of violence, even against beings that want to eat them. But watching Liem in motion, moving with such devastating efficiency--it's really impressive. Beautiful, even. It can't be the result of his luck spell (right, sorry Liem, it was a luck spell), but maybe Liem doesn't need luck.
At first, Matt's mostly preoccupied trying to think of ways he can be helpful. Other spells he might be able to cast, any objects lying around that might be used to bash in a skull. But eventually, he notices that their attackers don't seem to be trying to get at Liem--they're trying to get past him.
Jesus, he can't taste that good. Matt's eyes narrow. He sucks in another quick breath. ]
Watch out in front, [ he calls. A golden shield weaves itself between Liem and the pearl-draped woman trying to reach past him. It's only a short one, maybe knee height: Matt hopes it's enough to trip or stymie the woman while not hindering Liem too much.
He also hopes he doesn't have to cast too many more spells. They're small, but they're beginning to add up. ]