Gray moved out from behind the glass wall, with a black look on his face. He made a small gesture with his fingers, disrpting the mana flow from him to the invisibility spell, causing Fang to pop back into visibility again. " Bullpen." He said, in a soft voice that nevertheless made him seem like he was about to explode" Please don't make that mistake again, the last few months I've had some very angry terrorists looking for me, and when a lookout says he sees something, I'm expecting around a dozen armed men, and so is Adversary. What this means is that there is at present a spirit rather disapointed that I haven't killed anyone sitting in my head, and it isn't that discriminating when it comes to entertainment."
He felt a familiar tingle at the back of his brain, a sign that Adversery was going to drop in, most likely with some scathing commentary, but he hopefully mitgated the incoming chastisement with a quick explination" Oh hush, you know I've never been good at peptalks, and when hasn't been scaring the drek out of people not been a good motivator, I know it's a bit dramatic, but you can hardly talk on that front, you old ham.
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Intimidation 7d6(5)[5char+2int-2outnumbered+2obvious magic]: 5 hits
I'd say the physical intimidation is balanced out between Fang, who sees 6 feet of norse pseudo-eagle and Bullpen, who knows he's a slightly decrepit human who looks like he needs a walking tick to get anywhere underneath
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