Good thing that worked out well. Bruce keeps an eye on the burning, thrashing plants until they die out, ready to do any kind of damage control if he had to. He could call on his other powers if it was really necessary but--he'd rather not risk it. In a confined space like this it'd only lead to more trouble.
Of course, with how focused he is on the burning plants he hadn't quite noticed the spell that was going to be cast on him - luckily Adelaide take care of it for the most part, though Bruce quickly throws down a Dispel of his own as well, neutralizing the spell before it can strike.
With that taken care of, Bruce glances around to try and access the situation--the cook was getting the wolf's attention (to some success, apparently) and the others were doing their best to deal with the situation. He quickly tries to rack through his mind, deciding on what to do--but then Bruce hisses when the first bout of draining magic hits them all.
Never having the biggest of mana reserves, Bruce instantly staggers - his regeneration is already kicking it but even if its fast it still takes time. He grits his teeth and uses the staff to keep him upright while Adelaide shouts angrily back at the newcomer - possibly the mastermind of this, considering his words.
"Yeah, I've had enough of that," he mutters to himself, the wisp from Adelaide returning whatever mana that has been drained from him. He straightens himself back up, teeth clenched and expression set into one of grim determination. In return for the hurt they've caused, the pain they're bringing now, all of this--Bruce doesn't hesitate and attempts to sear onto the ground below the newcomers the glyphs from the fire mine spell.
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Of course, with how focused he is on the burning plants he hadn't quite noticed the spell that was going to be cast on him - luckily Adelaide take care of it for the most part, though Bruce quickly throws down a Dispel of his own as well, neutralizing the spell before it can strike.
With that taken care of, Bruce glances around to try and access the situation--the cook was getting the wolf's attention (to some success, apparently) and the others were doing their best to deal with the situation. He quickly tries to rack through his mind, deciding on what to do--but then Bruce hisses when the first bout of draining magic hits them all.
Never having the biggest of mana reserves, Bruce instantly staggers - his regeneration is already kicking it but even if its fast it still takes time. He grits his teeth and uses the staff to keep him upright while Adelaide shouts angrily back at the newcomer - possibly the mastermind of this, considering his words.
"Yeah, I've had enough of that," he mutters to himself, the wisp from Adelaide returning whatever mana that has been drained from him. He straightens himself back up, teeth clenched and expression set into one of grim determination. In return for the hurt they've caused, the pain they're bringing now, all of this--Bruce doesn't hesitate and attempts to sear onto the ground below the newcomers the glyphs from the fire mine spell.