Malik is, perhaps disconcertingly to these mostly new people, seemingly unconcerned about facing down the massive beasts alongside the group. He's well aware of how he looks in his scholarly looking robes and missing arm, even with the sword at his side he doesn't look like much of a fighter.

He opens with a cast of Enlightenment, doubling everyone in the party's attack power as he's eyeing the monsters and assessing how long it would take to buff everyone's defenses.

"Can we get them to fight one another somehow as well?" he asks, "I will be getting a clone in to the fray, we will need an even number of hands after all."

If anyone's going to make arm jokes, it's going to be him.