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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Pandora surprised Rich with the sand to the eyes, and he was forced to close them. She'd forgotten about the building wards. It wouldn't be fair to use them to attack, but he could also use them to see, just as she could, and he'd had almost four years practice with them. So he used the tip of the sword to swat the groin shot back at her while he caught the chair left-handed and jammed it down on the roof between them.

Using only mental control, he cupped his shield and slammed it down on top of the woman while another part of his head counted down the hotfoot. Catching the low line attacks coming with his altered vision, he did a one-handed handstand on the back of the chair, letting his momentum carry him into a front flip toward his opponent.

He grunted as the jelly legs caught a bit of him, but between absorbing most of the power with his sword, and the defensive spells on his robe, it hurt but had no real effect.

Rich had spotted the way Pandora had eyed the sword, so he started a fairly slow cut with it. She would have to block with that staff or hers or risk getting cut. As his mental timer on the hotfoot jinx reached zero, he closed his shield into a ball around her, the classic Aurora's scoop and catch.

He bounced a few steps backwards to see what she'd do next, shaking his head to clear the sand from his eyes.