LOREN
At the other man’s voice, the summoner called off his attack, assuming the sparring was momentarily at an end. Honestly, while he had magical energy to spare still, mentally he was a bit spent. Water magic was difficult enough to control, and he’d been using it in pretty creative ways. That was on top of his healing and summoning. All in all, this had definitely been the magical workout he’d been hoping for. ”Yeah, I can shift from ice to water to steam easily. Can you alter the temperature of your fire?” That seemed like it might come in handy, though he couldn’t imagine how at this exact moment.
Unfortunately, he’d let his guard down too soon, because the General dropped from the sky. Or at least, that was what Loren assumed when a tiger plummeted right down on top of him. He absolutely had not been expecting that, and given how distracted he was he didn’t dodge out of the way in time. So the big cat slammed into the Launceleyn, who slammed into the ground, smacking his head as he did. It was entirely possible he blacked out for a moment, but when he finally came to his senses his mind and body protested wildly.
Although he’d tried his best to heal all the damage from the life drain, the Launceleyn found that now that he wasn’t in the heat of battle (well, kinda) he was feeling achy and tired pretty much all over. Whether that was because he’d just had a tiger dropped on him or because healing was only an imperfect counter to life drain—likely a combination of both—the summoner couldn’t say. He couldn’t say much of anything, really, since his breath was knocked out of him. ”I yield.” It was the barest wheeze, but Loren needed a break, at least, if not a full stop. He'd have to see if he could employ a similar trick with his summoning. Or maybe water. Probably not creation. The sky was super hazy, and Astra's concern made a fun counterpoint to the percussive pounding of blood in his ears.
Oh. Maybe he was concussed?
Unfortunately, he’d let his guard down too soon, because the General dropped from the sky. Or at least, that was what Loren assumed when a tiger plummeted right down on top of him. He absolutely had not been expecting that, and given how distracted he was he didn’t dodge out of the way in time. So the big cat slammed into the Launceleyn, who slammed into the ground, smacking his head as he did. It was entirely possible he blacked out for a moment, but when he finally came to his senses his mind and body protested wildly.
Although he’d tried his best to heal all the damage from the life drain, the Launceleyn found that now that he wasn’t in the heat of battle (well, kinda) he was feeling achy and tired pretty much all over. Whether that was because he’d just had a tiger dropped on him or because healing was only an imperfect counter to life drain—likely a combination of both—the summoner couldn’t say. He couldn’t say much of anything, really, since his breath was knocked out of him. ”I yield.” It was the barest wheeze, but Loren needed a break, at least, if not a full stop. He'd have to see if he could employ a similar trick with his summoning. Or maybe water. Probably not creation. The sky was super hazy, and Astra's concern made a fun counterpoint to the percussive pounding of blood in his ears.
Oh. Maybe he was concussed?
but I've been down here before
and I know the way out
and I know the way out
