[Dixon scrambles back, putting a good ten feet of distance between him and Phos before getting to his feet. The shield stops glowing, and Dixon feels the aches and pains and bruises come back with a force that nearly takes his breath away.
He also suddenly feels like he just downed a few shots of whiskey, but that's an afterthought compared to the bizarre figure before him, this strange being that looks human but moves more like liquid, and has already assembled a weapon to match his.]
Don't get any closer! I don't know what the hell other people you were talking about!
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He also suddenly feels like he just downed a few shots of whiskey, but that's an afterthought compared to the bizarre figure before him, this strange being that looks human but moves more like liquid, and has already assembled a weapon to match his.]
Don't get any closer! I don't know what the hell other people you were talking about!