Antonin looked around in bemusement. First Roddy runs off, and now Morag was on the rampage.
He watched for a few seconds longer as she practiced the ancient Oriental fighting style called, 'bull in a china shop', with a smattering of blitzkrieg, then took off at a dead run after his wife.
Wincing as the occasional hit got through her spelled robes, Antonin did his best to catch up. He switched two swords for two wands as he ran, and began casting his own magic to defend both Morag, and those unfortunates on her own side that weren't fast enough to get out of her way.
Finally, she had stopped, and was crying as if her heart was broken. "Dear lady, Morag," he put a hand on her shoulder,"my love, what on earth is the matter?"