The protections of the Inquisitor had been broken. That much was clear. Some powerful ritual no doubt. As he began to retreat Dynamis was quickly running out of air. Not wishing to die having already won he quickly exhaled and cast
Breath of Air upon himself. Then in a
Thundering Shout yelled to the crowds, "Stop him, his cannons will destroy us all!" who were left only with a ringing in their ears.
Staggering to his feet, Dynamis felt for his book wishing to cast Stumble, anything to slow the Inquistor, but found that he had no energy left. The crowds however were now alerted to their potential danger. These colonists were not about to let some southerner destroy their homes over magic. In their eyes the only damage done was by the Inquisitor when he had indiscriminately wounded several innocents. Two burly longshoreman stood in the way of the Inquisitor. Others began to converge on the man. Street urchins began to strip the armors of the dead Templars, searching for coin pouches. A few handy men picked up the Templar's swords.
Knowledge is power Dynamis thought to himself as he stood utterly exhausted of his magickal abilities. Curious how things would play out he, but cognizant of his weakness he slipped away towards an alleyway.
