[And down Dixon goes; he lands heavy, and with a whumpfh of air from his lungs. His head spins a little with the impact against the ground, but somewhere in the back of his mind he thinks oh hey, like that liquid Terminator...
What a stupid way to die. Dixon's not even sure how he got into this. He tries to push himself up with the one arm that isn't occupied.
That's when there's a chiming sound, like a bell being tolled but stretched out over several seconds, and very quickly Dixon doesn't feel the pain of hitting the ground or his ripped arm or his preexisting injuries. The shield, still wrapped up in golden alloy, is shining as if lit from within.
He tries to squirm away from Phos, thrashing his leg to try and free his foot in a way that would likely snap his ankle if it weren't protected by the magic shield's power. With that strengthening him, he may stand a chance at wriggling free and putting a few feet of distance between them.]
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What a stupid way to die. Dixon's not even sure how he got into this. He tries to push himself up with the one arm that isn't occupied.
That's when there's a chiming sound, like a bell being tolled but stretched out over several seconds, and very quickly Dixon doesn't feel the pain of hitting the ground or his ripped arm or his preexisting injuries. The shield, still wrapped up in golden alloy, is shining as if lit from within.
He tries to squirm away from Phos, thrashing his leg to try and free his foot in a way that would likely snap his ankle if it weren't protected by the magic shield's power. With that strengthening him, he may stand a chance at wriggling free and putting a few feet of distance between them.]