[He catches his balance with a calculated stillness. Wincing as his injured shoulder falls heavily, a mass of sharp pressure leaking blood that he can't completely banish. Though that arm hangs limply at his side, he settles into a delicate stance, almost hovering on the ground. This challenge is familiar territory, and though it has been a while, it lends him a peculiar serenity.]
Very well, then. You have had your chances. Now!
[Unarmed as he is, he has only a stranger choice open to him. Reluctantly inspired by Riful herself, in fact, though far less perverse. He moves, just so. He raises his good arm with a graceful flourish. From the simple gesture, a floral breeze fills the dank dungeon. It is the only warning before a stream of fluttering pink petals flies straight at her, thick enough to choke. Then he springs, and a similar pillar of flowers meets him in the air, allowing him to float atop them.]
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[He catches his balance with a calculated stillness. Wincing as his injured shoulder falls heavily, a mass of sharp pressure leaking blood that he can't completely banish. Though that arm hangs limply at his side, he settles into a delicate stance, almost hovering on the ground. This challenge is familiar territory, and though it has been a while, it lends him a peculiar serenity.]
Very well, then. You have had your chances. Now!
[Unarmed as he is, he has only a stranger choice open to him. Reluctantly inspired by Riful herself, in fact, though far less perverse. He moves, just so. He raises his good arm with a graceful flourish. From the simple gesture, a floral breeze fills the dank dungeon. It is the only warning before a stream of fluttering pink petals flies straight at her, thick enough to choke. Then he springs, and a similar pillar of flowers meets him in the air, allowing him to float atop them.]