[ Dimitri doesn't have time to wonder about that strange eye behind the patch - whether it's always been there or not - but he does note it. It sticks in his memory. He's mostly relieved she's not seriously hurt and he gives her a relieved nod as she darts forward into position (or gallops, honestly). The new shield pops up, again slightly out of place, and he has to time his dash. He waits for a moment - and then goes.
He skids to a halt, hand thrown up as the arrow scatters and he feels the heat of it burn past his head and he smells singed hair. He grimaces and glances back. ]
Almost there. I think a few more and we'll be clear.
[ He sets his weight down firmly. There's another click. ]
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He skids to a halt, hand thrown up as the arrow scatters and he feels the heat of it burn past his head and he smells singed hair. He grimaces and glances back. ]
Almost there. I think a few more and we'll be clear.
[ He sets his weight down firmly. There's another click. ]