[1v1] Target Practice (Lan and Shik)

[medigel]

Crack.

His Fear shield had taken the brunt of damage, but Lan had flung it with enough force that it almost didn't matter. Shik was swung around in the air with a surprised growl of pain, unceremoniously tumbling down; neither of his wings wanted to work. At best he could roll when he hit the ground to mitigate the damage, but his wings refused to cooperate and made the landing more of a mess. The executioner was sprawled and wincing for a moment before beginning to pry himself from the ground.

Icarus had gone too close to the sun with that last batch of insults.

HP: 7
Damage: ok fine no Lan squishing today
Fear: Chill Y2  

[medigel]

He hated those godsworn rocks.

The thunk against his head was enough to rejuvenate Shik into action, if perhaps one of his last for this battle; his Fear shield was wavering, his wings were throbbing, and now he was nursing the beginnings of a migraine. With a growl the executioner snatched the very rock Lan had thrown at him, sending the noblewoman a spiteful look for her insults. Chicken? "I've had much practice with these thanks to your generous patron."

One never knew when Shaheen was watching. She had a tendency to stalk him. Her and Lifen at times.

Forcing himself to his knees in a swift motion that made him dizzy a second afterwards, he chucked the rock as hard as he was able right back at her.

HP: 6
Damage: 6
Fear: Chill Y2