Be chill! She let out, the magic of her evocation erasing the sneezy feeling temporarily. ACHEW She let out a ray of blue being shot out of her hand, and completely veering off.
Armauk was no stranger to bareknuckle brawling, though it was far from his favorite way to fight; he would have traded the use of one of his arms for one of his axes right now, but there was no point in dwelling on that at the moment. Focused on his half-orc opponent and mindful of his... temporary allies, for lack of a better term... he moved to meet Grog and, instead of letting his opponent dictate the pace of this fight, he began the attack with a right cross to the face.