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Stunned by this sudden onslaught, Vinoh takes a few quick steps away from the mold man. He is still slightly dizzy from all of this psychic exertion and knows he can't use his powers right away without serious consequences. His only option know is old fashioned combat. He grabs his scout's club and assumes a defensive position, trying to gauge what sort of menace was attacking him. The mold could be dangerous to whomever touches it, so the mind mage isn't to thrilled by the prospect of getting into grappling distance of his enemy. However, since everyone else seems to be busy at the moment, he steels himself for battle.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, Vinoh sees Darghon quickly dispatch the undead menace that plowed into him. Maybe he could be of some help...
"Darghon, I must regenerate my mental strength! I can't deal with this one right now. Lift it up, drop it in the fire and hold it there! That mold that covers it seems too dangerous to risk close combat!"
The mind mage already feels his psychic strength seeping back into his mind, empowering his will. The heat of battle always did wonders for such regeneration. While he can't be of much help against the mold man, Vinoh knows that the next one who tangles with him will get a nasty surprise.
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