He could not see what was happening behind him but he could hear. A proposal, an acceptance--
and the slicing of flesh. An explosion of fluid. Kiada's back met his and he pressed against her, ducking beneath the cover her shield as best he could while he rubbed the lantern frantically against his cloak to clear the blackness from it while keeping the acidic stuff clear of his skin. The staff still glowed, unblackened at least, offering some protection to them while they struggled to regain their light, but he would abandon his cleaning in a heartbeat to place himself between Kiada and any attack.
Jigano relies on the staff's light to protect them for a moment as he ducks beneath Kiada's shield-cover. He tries to clean the lantern on his cloak. However, he will stop that and move to defend her if she is attacked.
and the slicing of flesh. An explosion of fluid. Kiada's back met his and he pressed against her, ducking beneath the cover her shield as best he could while he rubbed the lantern frantically against his cloak to clear the blackness from it while keeping the acidic stuff clear of his skin. The staff still glowed, unblackened at least, offering some protection to them while they struggled to regain their light, but he would abandon his cleaning in a heartbeat to place himself between Kiada and any attack.
Jigano relies on the staff's light to protect them for a moment as he ducks beneath Kiada's shield-cover. He tries to clean the lantern on his cloak. However, he will stop that and move to defend her if she is attacked.
