Kevas tasted blood in his mouth. It may have been his, but he cared so little about that it didn't matter. Once his blood got pumping and the adrenaline fueled him all that mattered was the fight. Blame it on his troll nature or his thirst for adventure, probably both. Kevas loved a good fight against man, beast, or monster.

Suddenly a shield of blue surrounded him ending his thrill. He stepped back, looking at the blue shell in confusion while the flying lizard attacked it in futility. Then Kevas saw the mage, and the troll narrowed his eyes. That must be the source of the sudden magic.

"Hey dere pink-skin! Let me outta dis thing!"

Sure, maybe he could walk right through it, but when it came to unknown magic he didn't want to chance it. For all he knew the human wanted to keep him caged in this thing.