[When that explosion rips through the air, the shock coming from the camp’s opposite edge, Liem is less startled than his companion. Unlike her, he has made a temporary accord with a member of Zenith, with whom he has colluded briefly and exchanged some bits of information over the past couple days. The eruption is timed to suit their mission perfectly, and he is quick to take advantage of it.
A sudden hail of energy blasts announces the attention of a Zenith guard swooping upon them from overhead: a winged and clawed individual who he recognizes only after a moment’s uncertainty, busy as he is trying to evade the shots. He hasn’t spoken to Amos since before they were brought here, to Kenos. Perhaps, given the gloom and his own fey features, the man doesn’t even know whom he’s firing upon.
Liem aims and looses the quarrel already loaded into his crossbow as he makes for cover, something like fire glancing off the shimmering armour covering one of his legs, another streak punching through to sear a hole in a wing. Despite his own fairy-like appearance, his instinct is not to take to the air but rather to withdraw into the shadows, letting the darkness obscure him from sight as his body becomes just as translucent as his shimmering wings.
Cover gives him an opportunity to make himself more of a threat, or in this case, a nuisance and a distraction, as he snaps an incantation that targets Amos once he comes within range (about six inches distant, at their present scale). The magic slams into the other man as a wave of pain, perhaps even enough to make shots go wide or his wings go clumsy mid-air. Certainly enough to get his attention.]
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A sudden hail of energy blasts announces the attention of a Zenith guard swooping upon them from overhead: a winged and clawed individual who he recognizes only after a moment’s uncertainty, busy as he is trying to evade the shots. He hasn’t spoken to Amos since before they were brought here, to Kenos. Perhaps, given the gloom and his own fey features, the man doesn’t even know whom he’s firing upon.
Liem aims and looses the quarrel already loaded into his crossbow as he makes for cover, something like fire glancing off the shimmering armour covering one of his legs, another streak punching through to sear a hole in a wing. Despite his own fairy-like appearance, his instinct is not to take to the air but rather to withdraw into the shadows, letting the darkness obscure him from sight as his body becomes just as translucent as his shimmering wings.
Cover gives him an opportunity to make himself more of a threat, or in this case, a nuisance and a distraction, as he snaps an incantation that targets Amos once he comes within range (about six inches distant, at their present scale). The magic slams into the other man as a wave of pain, perhaps even enough to make shots go wide or his wings go clumsy mid-air. Certainly enough to get his attention.]