It's still magic something he doesn't quite trust. Too intertwined with the Fade and spirits and demons and all that crap. It doesn't hurt, but it's definitely enough to pull his attention over his shoulder, watching Dorian's flashy display knock another bandit loose of his perch.

If he's got thoughts on Dorian's technique, or the way that lightning slithers out of him as easy as breathing, he doesn't say. He simply twists about to knock another bandit aside, before quickly burying his axe in the man's armor. One charges in from his blindside, and for a moment it looks as though he doesn't see him coming.

Only a moment, though. Then the muscles in his back coil, rock hard, hoisting the axe overhead and jamming the pommel down on the crown of the man's head, dropping him like a sack of potatoes.

A smirk gets thrown at Dorian. Better keep up, pretty boy.