[He starts coughing, violently. Black smog thick with the smell of smoke forces its way out of him for a few painful seconds, aaaand now there's a monster to deal with.
Ferran blocks his mouth with one hand, the other hesitating but mid-gesture to cast a spell. He doesn't want to make things worse.]
3/3 he's got Problems.
Ferran blocks his mouth with one hand, the other hesitating but mid-gesture to cast a spell. He doesn't want to make things worse.]
Shit. I'm sorry—