Inside the tent Malag-Tog had watched the beginning of the battle. Things weren’t going as well as he had originally perceived and so he had sent the Delvock out into the battle. His warp dagger spell had worked well enough although he knew that if he could have somehow got hold of a drop of the Gell warrior’s blood and spread it on the blade of his dagger the strike at his intended victim would have most likely proved fatal. Still that did not matter now, he had at least weakened the warrior and the Quibs had done the rest.
He had decided that still the odds of victory where not totally in his favor and so he had decided to go out among them and cause some damage. First though he would need some protection. He decided again on one of his weaker spells as it would be hard for the blocker of his magic to detect it. A spell he had learnt many years ago when he had first studied as a rainbow-mage. The spell in fact was not that powerful and most of the time hardly worked. However with his knew improved abilities in magic the spell should work perfectly and the result should prove very nasty for the men who had invaded his domain.
Once more he began to chant words of a mystic nature (the spell also required him to inhale a kind of dried sea-weed which would induce a calmness to the face). Once this was done he smiled to himself as he realized the spell had indeed worked. The spell was called dangerous minds and it effected everybody around a ten yard radius of him to think that the mage was the weakest opponent and least likely to cause them harm. As long as some of his servants remained alive, he should remain un-attacked as the battle raged on around him.