"Fire, my favorite classical element." Zablex said, "You're a Mage after my own heart."
"Can we not resolve this without anyone getting hurt at all?" He asked, brandishing the escrima.
His mind was at work, forming potential strategies to counter Loimu's mace.
OOC: Dibs on that conduit for a collection. That comment about Loimu being a Mage after his heart felt like really bad flirting and it felt weird to type.