Fwrthyrn pretended to tilt his head in mock consideration, "I personally don't run from things such as this," he answered casually.

He snorted, "Possibly," Fwrthyrn contemplated, amused.

"Well... if it's alright with you, I'm sticking. Of course I could always ship you back to where you stay if it's too much," he offered lightly.

"Possibly, but this one's boring. He could at least stop his rantings on how angry he is." he replied.

"Fine, I'll stay if you so desire.", Wellby said. "Hurl me straight at him, I want to have some fun with this."

Gathering his energies, Wellby prepared himself for another strike, this time aerial, his favorite kind.

Fwrthyrn smirked, "I didn't know he was ranting in the first place personally."

He nodded grimly and prepared himself. Which was the best way?

Fwrthyrn positioned Minon and gathered his energy and darkness into one. It pulsed and called invitingly to him.

Grunting, he thrust Minon in the general direction of the mage, using the darkness he gathered to aid him.