'That was too close,' Jayce said inwardly as he looked down at his attackers. 'They almost damaged Morf and my cloak!'
He knew a group had been following him for a while now, probably sometime after he defeated that flying wind mage. His senses had picked up two mages, one to his back left and one to his back right.
Jayce thought it was strange, they kept their distance far enough where it gave him more than enough time to dodge any spells but close enough where they wouldn't lose sight of him.
At first, he assumed that they were leading him into a trap or waiting for the perfect chance to strike, yet after getting into many battles and acting as if he was running on fumes, they kept their distance.
At some point, it was starting to piss him off so he did everything he could think of to make himself look vulnerable.
Nevertheless, they stayed away and just...stared at him.
