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"right, I suppose your right" but just as talik finishes speaking, a spark of movement behind him appears. with battle-honed reflexes, talik draws an arrow, notches it to his bow, and points it into the darkness in one swift movement "Ara Fui Cor" he chants in order, the first word using alteration to make the arrowhead flammable, the second to send fire to course along the arrow, and the third to send a sliver of cleansing light (think turn undead, just more destructive) through the arrow. he instinctively shot, and the arrow found its mark- a frost atronach.

"frost atronachs? wild?" talik proclaims "on guard..." he cautions, right as the hall beyond him bursts into chaos.