"Hey there, names Willson, Wilson Everhart. I'm an assistant instructor around here. It looks like things are about to get interesting."

Turning towards the unexpected male voice standing shoulder to shoulder with her, Aubrey gives Wilson a friendly smile and turns back to the sudden events unfolding.

"You seemed to be familiar to Clint there, are you friends?" Wilson asks in a neighborly tone. It seemed Clint had his hands' full chasing around the Githerazi monk.

"Aubrey Ocaso, it's a pleasure to meet you," Aubrey replies with her attention now in two different directions. "I would like to think so, we met a few months ago at Candlekeep courtesy of Moxie. He seems to be quite a well-known..."

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Aubrey watches a silent shape bound across the training area towards the training racks. It looked very much like Clint, but a mirage. She had to blink her eyes a few times and looked over at Wilson who had the telltale sign of confusion with a tightly furrowed brow and parted lips. She looks back over at Bojovnik with a hesitant body posture standing by himself. Clint is at the racks like he was always there and begins throwing everything he could get his hands on.

Bojovnik isn't idle for much longer and is spinning his staff deflecting projectiles, and not much later Aubrey watches him weave through the hail storm to part the wave that was Clint's rapid-fire barrage.

Though it happened again the silent mirage was now behind Bojovnik running to the opposite side and was solidly making footfall with wood. Just as the storm ended a new rain began.