"Good plan," he grunted, following up Aspel's attack with one of his own. "I really need to learn some fire spells," he muttered to himself, shaking some sort of viscous fluid off of his fist before punching the Marlboro as hard as he could.
It seemed like time wasn't moving at all. He couldn't even begin to guess as to how long they had been pounding on this one stupid ugly Marlboro. He knew that they could run, but there was absolutely no way he was suggesting that. This wasn't the first Marlboro he'd fought, and he wasn't going to run from it, either.
He jumped back, falling back into stance, and tried another Aura Bolt, but the energy fizzled out before launching. "Damn it."