"Michael," the immortal says with a bemused smile as Lorenzo tears through just a little less than half the alcohol he'd ended up drinking on his last bender.
"You sure that's a good idea? I mean, I can't die from alcohol poisoning, but I'm not so sure about you," Michael says, snatching up one of the many bottles Lorenzo had stolen and downing the whole thing in one go to prove his point. The intense burn of the liquid crashing against his insides did nothing to faze him, as he looked at the pirate evenly, about to say something when a fireball slams into the bar, exploding as it floors the barkeeper and destroys a fair portion of the alcohol stocked at the bar currently.
Wordlessly, Michael drags the pirate out of his chair a looks outside.
Skeletons. Lots of skeletons. Warriors, archers and mages, amongst other things.
Wordlessly, Michael cracks a grin as he draws the stick before lengthening it to an eight-foot long staff, the Enhancement already flowing through him again.
"This should be fun," he says, thrilled at the rush of adrenaline as he checks up on the pirate, "Up and at 'em Lorenzo! I claim three-quarters!"