Lee was what he thought of as an average fighter. Not superb, but neither was he a pushover. And there was no way he was going to deny the people he was loyal to his help when they needed it.
The fighting was already under way. He managed to block a hex sent his way by a black woman and sent off one in return. It might have been years since he'd had to use such spells, but surprisingly they rolled off his lips with the ease they'd had those years ago.