Trovik was shouting at the fog.
Whelp, that was going to be his life for the foreseeable wasn't it? He couldn't even blame the mino since there were definitely shapes flitting in and out of the fog near and far. None of them strayed near enough that he could actually see anything but the vague outline and shape.
One of them took a swing at Zier and that was an issue - he didn't want to lug around a weakened elf. Dead weight would get them annoyingly attacked.
"Fine - someone hold the horse."
Reaching into his magic he expanded the flames held in his right hand, the orb expanding to the size of a torso with greater light and heat. The fog was pushed back and several vampires were seen for a second before they flitted away, the fog receding until it was pushed back to almost ten feet away from him.
And the horse was gone.
Growling, he noted the way the horse's throat had seemingly been torn out without sight or sound of the vampires. Already keeping up the fire was beginning to drain him.
"We need to find a defensible position. I... can't keep this level of light up forever."
Trovik Half-horn Zier Xya Zythos