[ Arthur's skill as a mage has come a long, long way in the five years since he last stepped foot in the academy, and so too have his instincts. His association with a certain miqo'te adventurer have taught him a lot about working with a partner who jumps right into the fray.
Arthur's beacon will last for a little while longer yet, so the instant the man with the spear and the strangely familiar tone falls from his mount, Arthur is already casting. Danging light and red-orange runes spill from the pages of his tome, and a translucent bubble flashes around the spearman before going invisible. A shield to ward off flailing claws, one stronger than Arthur would have ever been able to cast in years prior. ]
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Arthur's beacon will last for a little while longer yet, so the instant the man with the spear and the strangely familiar tone falls from his mount, Arthur is already casting. Danging light and red-orange runes spill from the pages of his tome, and a translucent bubble flashes around the spearman before going invisible. A shield to ward off flailing claws, one stronger than Arthur would have ever been able to cast in years prior. ]