When Genn strode forwards and easily shoved his staff aside, then grabbed the injured arm, he wasn't surprised. Nor was he surprised at the first statement. However, the last one had him a bit off guard.
He was of the impression that Sylvanas killed him? It almost made him smile in spite of the situation. Luckily, Khadgar kept his wits about him as he furrowed his brows and murmured an apology. Atiesh was dropped and he moved to grab the clawed hand with his now free one to cast his spell.
Polymorph.
When the light died down, Khadgar slid down the wall and took in a few shallow breaths while gazing at the sheep he was left with. He was lucky that Greymane walked right into his plan without even a flicker of worry. He was lucky he was breathing, in all actuality and well, Atiesh was retrieved and he proceeded to hit the white sheep hard in retribution for... well, the pain he was in.
Now he needed to figure a way to get them out of that shack without alarming too many people and letting Genn the Sheep loose on the masses. Perhaps maybe not bleeding out should be somewhere on the list as well.
The worn, bloody archmage allowed himself those few seconds to catch his breath and inspect the bloodied bite, that, yes, he thought he could see peeks of bone from how deep they were. Let alone, he knew what was in store for him and really, he would prefer Greymane to help him through it than anyone else. It was his fault, after all.
Resting over, Khadgar began pushing himself up and glanced around for a rope or a -- A-ha. A belt. He'd need to make an extra notch in it and coax the sheep closer and perhaps.... not get bitten all over again. How would he explain to anyone that he was bitten by a sheep anyways?
The thought of how he could try to explain being bitten by a sheep lingered in his head as he procured something to poke a hole in the belt. He attempted to make it so that it would be... tight enough to keep Greymane close, but not... well, choke him to death. Though, he had no doubt that when he was to his senses, he'd probably have wished Khadgar had done just that.
"Greymane," he called over to the sheep after he was done, trying to gesture the sheep to come closer so he didn't have to go chasing after it.
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He was of the impression that Sylvanas killed him? It almost made him smile in spite of the situation. Luckily, Khadgar kept his wits about him as he furrowed his brows and murmured an apology. Atiesh was dropped and he moved to grab the clawed hand with his now free one to cast his spell.
Polymorph.
When the light died down, Khadgar slid down the wall and took in a few shallow breaths while gazing at the sheep he was left with. He was lucky that Greymane walked right into his plan without even a flicker of worry. He was lucky he was breathing, in all actuality and well, Atiesh was retrieved and he proceeded to hit the white sheep hard in retribution for... well, the pain he was in.
Now he needed to figure a way to get them out of that shack without alarming too many people and letting Genn the Sheep loose on the masses. Perhaps maybe not bleeding out should be somewhere on the list as well.
The worn, bloody archmage allowed himself those few seconds to catch his breath and inspect the bloodied bite, that, yes, he thought he could see peeks of bone from how deep they were. Let alone, he knew what was in store for him and really, he would prefer Greymane to help him through it than anyone else. It was his fault, after all.
Resting over, Khadgar began pushing himself up and glanced around for a rope or a -- A-ha. A belt. He'd need to make an extra notch in it and coax the sheep closer and perhaps.... not get bitten all over again. How would he explain to anyone that he was bitten by a sheep anyways?
The thought of how he could try to explain being bitten by a sheep lingered in his head as he procured something to poke a hole in the belt. He attempted to make it so that it would be... tight enough to keep Greymane close, but not... well, choke him to death. Though, he had no doubt that when he was to his senses, he'd probably have wished Khadgar had done just that.
"Greymane," he called over to the sheep after he was done, trying to gesture the sheep to come closer so he didn't have to go chasing after it.