Don't talk to me about lesser evils, Marcone. [ Harry snaps, hackles raised by more than just the other man. Being stalked was not high on his list of favorite pastimes, and the longer it took the nymph to show her face, the worse his temper got. Hence his habit of piping up when the situation didn't call for it. One more round of Rage Judo, and he was sure he'd coax her out, probably in a fit of annoyance, if anything. ]
[ His whistling cuts out when she blindsides them both. John goes down in his peripherals, and he hits dirt when the dryad takes a swing at the already-bruised half of his face. Up within a moment, he swings the blasting rod in her direction and barks an angered fuego to tell her to burn or back off. Then he gets up and moves for Marcone.
He's got a duster full of enchantments to stop bullets, but his head's still a prime target. Doesn't seem like he cares, because he drops down besides the man and fists a hand in his shirt and the other goes for the pulse at his neck. Harry shields him with his body and will with his actual shields, because he knows how vulnerable one is when whammied in such a way. ] John, [ that's the voice of the man about two seconds from slapping him across the face to see if that'll snap him out of the glamour. ] Earth to Baron John Marcone, hello! Now's not the time to go on vacation.
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Date: 2012-11-08 05:42 am (UTC)[ His whistling cuts out when she blindsides them both. John goes down in his peripherals, and he hits dirt when the dryad takes a swing at the already-bruised half of his face. Up within a moment, he swings the blasting rod in her direction and barks an angered fuego to tell her to burn or back off. Then he gets up and moves for Marcone.
He's got a duster full of enchantments to stop bullets, but his head's still a prime target. Doesn't seem like he cares, because he drops down besides the man and fists a hand in his shirt and the other goes for the pulse at his neck. Harry shields him with his body and will with his actual shields, because he knows how vulnerable one is when whammied in such a way. ] John, [ that's the voice of the man about two seconds from slapping him across the face to see if that'll snap him out of the glamour. ] Earth to Baron John Marcone, hello! Now's not the time to go on vacation.