[Felix spots the telltale glow of dark magic before the man wielding it, recognizing it with a jolt of alarm. Far too many times during the war, that sight heralded carnage, and he - all of them - couldn't do enough to stop it.
Not this time.
Drawing his sword, Felix dashes through the rain, squinting to catch a glimpse of who the mage is. When he gets close enough to recognize Hubert, he swears under his breath and keeps running with every intention to drop and roll if he sees that magic aimed at him. But he has to get closer; stopping too far away gives the mage the advantage, and he'll only have the opportunity to catch the man off-guard once.
He won't strike, though - not unprovoked. If he gets close enough, he'll simply take up a ready stance, blade poised to attack but still for now.]
B!
Not this time.
Drawing his sword, Felix dashes through the rain, squinting to catch a glimpse of who the mage is. When he gets close enough to recognize Hubert, he swears under his breath and keeps running with every intention to drop and roll if he sees that magic aimed at him. But he has to get closer; stopping too far away gives the mage the advantage, and he'll only have the opportunity to catch the man off-guard once.
He won't strike, though - not unprovoked. If he gets close enough, he'll simply take up a ready stance, blade poised to attack but still for now.]
Vestra. When did you get here?