And oh boy, I was - as a cloth-wearing mage in the midst of a bunch of heavy combat types, instead of hanging back from the periphery I dove right into the midst of huge mobs of monsters and dealt indiscriminate destruction left and right, howling imprecations like a crack monkey mysteriously given human language. (And proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that our poor healer was MOST DEFINITELY paying attention, keeping me alive.)
The best part was one point at which I literally lit a monster on fire, which made it run around in circles in a panic - and I shouted in-game, "BURN LIKE RICHARD PRYOR, MOTHERFUCKER!"
Best. Maraudon raid. EVAR. =)