[Dixon gives a glance back at Tim and Sothe, watching them put a little distance in between them and the Wheelers. For a moment, he feels a rush of almost pride, as if he can feel certain he made a good call. It's quickly interrupted by a squall of more Wheelers, another dozen pouring into the street they're on.]
Oh come on! [He brings the shield up in time to block a small fairie-launched fireball from hitting him in the face - he's had quite enough of getting burned lately, thank you - and it ricochets off and into something flammable, adding a strip of fire to the chaos. At the very least, it seems to make some of the new Wheelers halt up for a second.
He doesn't have the stamina to keep up with this for long. His lungs are already cramping; he has to throw himself into each movement to make it count. He uses the shield to protect himself as he lunges past the blades of a Wheeler and bodyslams it off-balance, but after that he hits his knees.
He looks around at Revan and Hiccup, a pleading expression on his face as he silently begs to be told what to do, all illusion of authority having slipped out of him like water through a sieve.]
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Oh come on! [He brings the shield up in time to block a small fairie-launched fireball from hitting him in the face - he's had quite enough of getting burned lately, thank you - and it ricochets off and into something flammable, adding a strip of fire to the chaos. At the very least, it seems to make some of the new Wheelers halt up for a second.
He doesn't have the stamina to keep up with this for long. His lungs are already cramping; he has to throw himself into each movement to make it count. He uses the shield to protect himself as he lunges past the blades of a Wheeler and bodyslams it off-balance, but after that he hits his knees.
He looks around at Revan and Hiccup, a pleading expression on his face as he silently begs to be told what to do, all illusion of authority having slipped out of him like water through a sieve.]