Christian, who still felt the sting from McArgus' blast walked up to the old man and promply slapped him on the face.
"Hey," he growled. "Get up." The old man mumbled something and opened his eyes. He shrugged back when he saw Christians face.
"You!" He hissed and reached for his staff, which was lying safely out of reach. "I don't care if I die, I'll not submit without a fight!" The old man yelled.
"That is so typical of you..." Christian hissed back. "I wasn't the one who started attacking people!"