As the team was getting their ass handed, Dionel just sips his drink, leaning against his spear.

"Don't worry about it, magister. I got it covered." he says coolly, still sipping his drink with a lazy smirk, eyeing you.

You were frustrated, you watched as your team was collapsing while Dionel didn't do A THING.

Dionel was usually assisting but what the hell was he even up to right now?!