[ He senses it in that moment, the whisper of potential that makes the hair on the back his neck stand up. Once, the whip cracks, then twice, and the speed needed to alter to a purely defensive stance in the face of it leaves him immobile. Caren's first strike crosses his shield, then the second forces him to step back to take advantage of the lag. Hits like that toll through him. Like bells, the attacks reverberate in the air, ringing loud and chilly.
Not wanting to chance being at the mercy of her reach, he doesn't cast the safety of the shield aside to attempt another defensive rush. He'll stay on the outskirts of that weapon's slither for a moment longer. ]
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Not wanting to chance being at the mercy of her reach, he doesn't cast the safety of the shield aside to attempt another defensive rush. He'll stay on the outskirts of that weapon's slither for a moment longer. ]