[ Harry darts and fumbles his way across roots that try to wind their way up his legs, to immobilize him or put him to the ground where he can be pinned down. Things he hates. The moment the root touches anything higher than his knee, he shatters it with another well-placed blow and a vague snarl. Relying on force and wind, rather than his favored element, means a slight re-calculation of how to effectively attack and defend. Since he doesn't want to burn down the woods (a notion which he has oft attempted to avoid, only to commit to in the end), he's trying to hold back, to rely on John to back him up.
The dryad's shriek causes his head to swivel, and Harry backs in closer to John, one hand at the ready with shields, the other wrapping around his blasting rod to level it at the surroundings. ] You're at my back, Marcone. Are you trying to tell me something?
[ A snide, delighted little comment that precedes the act of Harry's head snapping to his left to gauge a movement he deems important enough to pay attention to. He's playing cautious and reserved because he can afford to with John practically breathing down his spine, a gun in his hands and they are the steady hands of a man well-suited to stressful situation. Dresden, on the other hand, starts whistling Tiptoe Through The Tulips while his breath mists around his sharp smile. ]
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Date: 2012-11-07 06:36 am (UTC)The dryad's shriek causes his head to swivel, and Harry backs in closer to John, one hand at the ready with shields, the other wrapping around his blasting rod to level it at the surroundings. ] You're at my back, Marcone. Are you trying to tell me something?
[ A snide, delighted little comment that precedes the act of Harry's head snapping to his left to gauge a movement he deems important enough to pay attention to. He's playing cautious and reserved because he can afford to with John practically breathing down his spine, a gun in his hands and they are the steady hands of a man well-suited to stressful situation. Dresden, on the other hand, starts whistling Tiptoe Through The Tulips while his breath mists around his sharp smile. ]