V had been mostly ignoring other people's work. There had to be a good way to make a potion of heroism from the ingredients here. They were all correct, but somehow... it just was not working.

Frustrated, V had been pushing a root aside when Tony called out and threw the vial. Without mage armor, V was a clothie with few hit dice. This person was clearly both at fault and a meat shield. Don't mind V, Tony. But the elf was very much diving for cover behind you.