"You better stop shitting me," Irea snapped in an instant. She flung her hands forward only to grab Layn by his robe and pull him towards her. "If we are going to hide, you are going to hide with us!" she shouted, clearly unwilling to let the archmage go against the approaching horde of monsters all on his own.
"Dear, I know how it sounds, but I don't have suicidal tendencies," Layn refuted Irea's protests, grabbing her hands into his own before taking them off his clothes. "We all worked so hard to get the kitchen done, so I can't allow it to be devastated now. But, sadly, we won't have the time to hide both of the places, so I will need to draw the attention of the monsters away from it instead." Layn informed as calmly as if he was describing yesterday's weather, not the plan to throw himself all alone against the horde of both evolved and enraged monsters.
