[JAG]

"Get away from me you idiot! Help the Wemic," Baldar snarled at the Bard with as much force as he could muster. Baldar could think of nothing more humiliating than anyone thinking that troubadour was needed to protect him. He breathed in deeply trying to concentrate on his surroundings. The smaller boar didn't appear very hurt, but he felt sure the monk and dwarf could handle it. The larger one, despite the slow trickle of blood from its side, was still a major danger even with the Wemic and paladin engaging it...in fact, it could be even more dangerous enraged from the attack Add to that that the Wemic was the most vital member of the party (outside of himself, of course) and it was clear Baldar needed to take aim at the larger boar. He dismissed his original idea of the Sleep spell, as the rest of the party was too deeply engaged in fighting the boars and he couldn’t risk getting them caught in its area of effect. Going with his alternate plan, he stepped a little closer to the larger boar, still keeping his distance but trying to circle around to get more of a clear shot.

“Gale, Wemic, move to the boar’s flanks! Quickly!” He stopped, having attempted to move into position as best as he could while still acting with as much alacrity as his weakened state would allow. He extended his robed arm to point as best he could at the boar and chanted “Logasha mertuse, nogashi gret lalameintaka!” Baldar trembled in ecstasy as he felt the familiar rush of energy infuse his body and watched as bluish-white projectiles flew forth from his outstretched finger towards the boar.

Baldar casts Magic Missle at the large boar (hopefully ).