"Naw, it all fades after the cast," he said, which indeed it was. "Just give me a moment to regen..."

He slung his sword over his shoulder, tapping his foot as he hummed. Waiting, waiting, Retribution has terrible regen, la la la --

"NOW!" He burst into motion, crashing over the table he'd been flipping around, then around the corner. "FOR AZEROTH! SELAMA ASHAL'ANORE! LOK'TAR OGAR!"

Pick a language, Mar.