Fortune was said to favor the foolish, but in this case, Jeeves had to question the old adage. He was feeling not a little foolish, having stepped into some sort of arena that was now enclosed by an invisible force. Like Chell, he hung back, assessing the situation at first, but when the nightmare... mare began to attack, he had to make a decision. There were other more capable offensive fighters in their midst. He could provide support and distraction with the magic he knew.

He focused on the shattered remains of the statue, gathering up as many as he could and sweeping them toward the mare's legs to try to disrupt its stance and footing.