[ That's the thing about being a healer. Everything starts out fine; seems easy. The action progresses without event or difficulty--until suddenly absolutely everything happens at once. Adra's accustomed to this kind of sudden clusterfucking, but not in this precise way, not without the toolbox he's always drawn on before.
He's been casting barriers and drawing wards, but in doing so he's somewhat neglected the water supply for the barrier. As Jae-ha moves to correct this, Adra casts a blessing to hasten the other man's footsteps, to quicken his thoughts and his actions alike.
Shortly thereafter, Bolin's warning comes to fruition. The Noir ship has pulled up right alongside, and its soldiers are making the jump, landing two by two on the deck. The first pair lands, neatly, on either side of Adrasteius.
Before he even knows what's happening--before he can call out--one soldier claps a hand over his mouth. The other slugs him in the stomach. He makes a choking noise; crumples.
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He's been casting barriers and drawing wards, but in doing so he's somewhat neglected the water supply for the barrier. As Jae-ha moves to correct this, Adra casts a blessing to hasten the other man's footsteps, to quicken his thoughts and his actions alike.
Shortly thereafter, Bolin's warning comes to fruition. The Noir ship has pulled up right alongside, and its soldiers are making the jump, landing two by two on the deck. The first pair lands, neatly, on either side of Adrasteius.
Before he even knows what's happening--before he can call out--one soldier claps a hand over his mouth. The other slugs him in the stomach. He makes a choking noise; crumples.
And then--the three of them are gone. ]