A Sword Through the Gut

“I’ve read about alchemy a thousand times and refuse to believe that it is this difficult. It’s supposed to be turning green and my last three batches— well there. Bleached out again,” he snapped, throwing down the lot of it. The mixture smelled like the chemicals Theros used to make his bombs. He opened his mouth to say so, but Dorian wasn’t done. “I wouldn’t even have to try if you weren’t an idiot.”He deserved that; after all, he might have actually fired an arrow at the soldier instead of just playing meat-shield. “Say what you will, but you didn’t get stabbed so I count this whole ordeal as my win.”