[And everything had been perfectly serene until they crossed paths with that peculiar celestial object. Dorian knew little about space and meteors, his people had given up on the stars quite some time ago, or rather it just went out of fashion. Regardless, the black out, these odd, glowing creatures- what a perfect way to ruin his day.

On top of stumbling around in the pitch blackness of the ship and realizing even the light from his magic found itself absorbed by this little infestation, it did nothing to improve his mood. He'd also seen what they could do if they took a nip out of you. Testy little pests. Much as Dorian admired the Inquisitor, he had no intention of ending up with a glowing wound on his body, so he kept his distance using his staff to move around.

Apparently Dorian wasn't the only one having a bad day.

One thing Dorian had learned, and rather quickly, was that these creatures enjoyed mauling their victims and running away. That means stumbling around in the dark until he could come across another one, not happening. So without further ado he took aim and swung his staff broadly at the toothsome creature. It wasn't enough to kill it, but is was enough to subdue it until he could trap it with a barrier.]

Nasty little blighter, yes? Seems to have developed a taste for you.

[The man might be injured, but that didn't stop Dorian from eyeing the wound with a kind of intellectual curiosity.]

How is it? Good, bad, does it feel like anything at all? [Say hello to Mister Sensitive.]