Jag started when the portal opened beside him, and a bright sword cleaved through the undead he had been roasting. "I hope you were talking to the other blokes," he remarked, more than a little shaky, but unwilling to let that get in his way. Or in the way of quips, apparently.
The fire on the now doubly dead undead died out with a thought, and he turned back to the next line of undead making their way forward. He'd got separated from Emma a little while back, and he could only hope - trust - that she was still all right. He also knew, from what his Emma had told him about Illyana, that he was probably in good company.
He shifted his hands, calling up another fire ball. "I burn, you slash?" And with that, an outward arc of one hand sent the fire curving through the next wave of skeletons, the heat growing inside his chest each time the flames found something to feed from.
Illyana & Jag
The fire on the now doubly dead undead died out with a thought, and he turned back to the next line of undead making their way forward. He'd got separated from Emma a little while back, and he could only hope - trust - that she was still all right. He also knew, from what his Emma had told him about Illyana, that he was probably in good company.
He shifted his hands, calling up another fire ball. "I burn, you slash?" And with that, an outward arc of one hand sent the fire curving through the next wave of skeletons, the heat growing inside his chest each time the flames found something to feed from.