Of course, Dirk was just doing an impression of himself, right? Slashing... away. Anyway, Rose's magic was diminished within moments as a torrential burst of water erupted from the very fissures the creatures ventured upward from. The water's vast wave was an area of effect spell: attacking the onslaught of goblins that were zeroing in on the blade wielding Strider.

Her wrists flicked, like a concert director conducting the sweetest symphony, shifting the final splash to gush outwards and send some of the goblins away from Dirk, to the best of her ability. He may have gotten wet on that one.