Despite seemingly sleeping heavily, Mathi jumps to his feet wide awake
"Who said Jehova? Eh, I mean..."
Obi, you are hereby found guilty of heresy by saying Sigmarīs son is our Holy Lord. Now, since there cannot be a Sigmarīs son, other than in the general sense that all the people in the Empire are Sigmars children, You have therefore blasphemed against our Lord Sigmar!
Yes, itīs the bonfire for you lad! I guess Sigmar will show some mercy for you due to your diligent service, but you are bound to get a bit crispy at least.
Obi
And now to you, Eight. I am afraid you have failed to notice that your magic and your defence works somewhat poorly... Now how can that be?
See, you forgot that while being a Bright Wizard makes your immune to the fire, it also makes you sensible to moisture, and nomatter how fine our ale was, it was definitely not flammable. Trying to cast on me are you? Start feeling a bit desperate?
Well, And since your stupid armour has started to be attacked by the corrosive component of the beer, it will not protect you from THIS!
*Mathi grabs Eight by the shoulder and gives him a proper headbutt with the brim of his kettlehat, right over Eights nose
Ah... and now the gloves comes of. Fetch me a nice piece of hickory, it is SPANKING time!
