'Oh, to be safe I should remove—' Escaping from the Death Knight's attack. A spell meant to crush him beneath the rubble, dice him should he try to escape, and burn him (or boil him) if he survived. Eldrian's thoughts were completely interrupted.
"Rude. Really, really rude." Eldrian grumbled, only barely managing to reign in Wrath to not destroy his own clothes. This was tricky, very much so. His clothes and armor couldn't hold a candle to Willo in durability.
'But this will be my candle wick.' Eldrian thought. Once his clothes started burning, and his armor melting, it meant he had lost control.
Eldrian didn't know whether the Death Knight's soul-attribute damage would do real soul damage. But Wrath would. Having something concrete as his limit was for the best.
"Now, let's see if I can't change the tables," Eldrian said, dashing towards the undead.
