[Dixon grabs a stick on the ground and gets up, knees to the shield - with his invulnerability kicked in, so long as he has physical contact with the shield at all he doesn't have to worry about physical blows - to give Ronan more space to shelter behind it.
Good. At least Ronan seems to be lucid again, not in whatever dark eddy had ripped him under. The sight of a man trapped inside his own head was somehow more unsettling than the dark, blade-bearing thing coming at them.]
Can you run? [He grips the stick and stares down the Nazgul. Stick vs. sword, let's go.]
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Good. At least Ronan seems to be lucid again, not in whatever dark eddy had ripped him under. The sight of a man trapped inside his own head was somehow more unsettling than the dark, blade-bearing thing coming at them.]
Can you run? [He grips the stick and stares down the Nazgul. Stick vs. sword, let's go.]