[ Nuadha moves, and Trahearne moves in concert. A particularly sharp-looking knife flies past him, and Trahearne quickly darts behind the kitchen island. The fire in his sword fizzles out, just to give himself time to recoup.
This isn't much for cover, and there's no telling if the wizard will decide to walk over if they don't come out. The sylvari's eyes roam the kitchen, trying to take in what he sees. He doesn't know much of kitchens, but it is very well-stocked. A chef's dream. But all that seems to be moving under the wizard's will are the cutlery—the pots and pans and everything else remain perfectly still...
He looks to the side, at Nuahda. ]
I can try and get in close.
[ For what reason? Distraction, maybe. Or to put them at an advantage. Either way, it's an offer. ]
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This isn't much for cover, and there's no telling if the wizard will decide to walk over if they don't come out. The sylvari's eyes roam the kitchen, trying to take in what he sees. He doesn't know much of kitchens, but it is very well-stocked. A chef's dream. But all that seems to be moving under the wizard's will are the cutlery—the pots and pans and everything else remain perfectly still...
He looks to the side, at Nuahda. ]
I can try and get in close.
[ For what reason? Distraction, maybe. Or to put them at an advantage. Either way, it's an offer. ]