[IRP] Smugglers, Saints, and Spears

[Breadophile]

"Ray! Is it too much to ask that you tell me when you're about to unleash utter hell?"

"Amongst all of the ample opportunities to do so, you've somehow not gotten yourself killed. Why would you rush headfirst into an enemy like that instead of hitting them at range?"

Ray could see the madness in the inquisitor's eyes when she looked at him. It was much like mother, only less mad and not nearly as awesome.

While watching the scene unfold, he summoned another ball of fire. He then compressed in his hands, or at least as close to compressed that fire can get without touching oneself. She was about to find out why he still went by "Ray".

No, it had nothing to do with him firing a ray, he just knew that she was going to find out and it would be kind of embarrassing.

Then he noticed the book.

(A golden book? hmm...)

Ray put away his cook book and took out an old science manual.

(Now where's that chapter in here? Aw, here we go. "How to paralyze people otherwise highly resistant to magic")

And then he saw the book smolder. (Well fuck. Still, no reason to stop now...)

Something distracted Ray as he was charging up. A lot of somethings, actually. First, a magical net started forming around him. It was easy enough to deal with, though. Ray was no idiot, he knew how the magic triangle worked. He simply held the ball of lightning in from of him and the net dispersed into something too weak to do any real damage. But it took time, and that was important in battle.

Next up, laser beams (and hail).

"Arrgh!"

Right to the face. He groaned in a daze.

"Sweet Elimine, woman, it's a wonder how you even learned magic in the first place."

Taking a moment to recover, Ray finished charging his bolt of lightning and aimed it at the woman. Unfortunately, with all of the distractions she had plenty of time to take an action to protect herself. Ray hoped she hadn't noticed what he was doing.

A deep breath, and then he fired.