[He follows her towards the shadows, light on his feet thanks to the power of his weapon, at first to help her track down her target and then, rather suddenly, to watch her back as he realizes that she's pushing into dangerous territory with her persistence.
He's not shocked when something jumps out of the blackness at her. He is, however, stricken by the way she just seems to collapse mid-air, going from a lithe, powerful, terrifying creature into a pained thing on the ground. He's stunned enough for a moment that he forgets to move.
Then it snaps back into place and he does, getting in between her and the Dementor and slamming the shield down into the earth to stand as a physical barrier while he tries to get her to her feet. He grabs her sword and swings it over the top of the makeshift wall, warning the dementor back for just a moment.
Strong enough negative emotions are a sort of buffer against the immediate effects. Thankfully, Dixon's got a lot of those, and all his happy memories find shelter from evil under anger, shame, grief, hopelessness. And, luckily for him at least, the dementor is much more focused on the new prey it's trying to reel up than it is on him, an untasty nuisance.]
Sariatu. [Figures he remembers her name now.] Now would be a great time to pull it together.
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He's not shocked when something jumps out of the blackness at her. He is, however, stricken by the way she just seems to collapse mid-air, going from a lithe, powerful, terrifying creature into a pained thing on the ground. He's stunned enough for a moment that he forgets to move.
Then it snaps back into place and he does, getting in between her and the Dementor and slamming the shield down into the earth to stand as a physical barrier while he tries to get her to her feet. He grabs her sword and swings it over the top of the makeshift wall, warning the dementor back for just a moment.
Strong enough negative emotions are a sort of buffer against the immediate effects. Thankfully, Dixon's got a lot of those, and all his happy memories find shelter from evil under anger, shame, grief, hopelessness. And, luckily for him at least, the dementor is much more focused on the new prey it's trying to reel up than it is on him, an untasty nuisance.]
Sariatu. [Figures he remembers her name now.] Now would be a great time to pull it together.