Shit. [Dixon takes a deep breath and sighs, checks to see that no one's in the target range, then flings the shield again. It flies for a while then makes a clattering sound as it hits the ground below the balcony. This time he doesn't call it back immediately; he's discovered by now that it can take all sorts of a beating without getting so much as a scuff.]
[He whistles and the shield zings on back. It slams into his knuckles and though he manages to end with it in his arms, it's not graceful or without wincing.]
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We're doing a pretty terrible job keeping everyone safe, aren't we?
[He whistles and the shield zings on back. It slams into his knuckles and though he manages to end with it in his arms, it's not graceful or without wincing.]