[shotapire grab versus crazy fish bucket maneuvers would be a sight to see though...
but yes terrible luck will be terrible luck no matter the place; especially in places where that sort of luck is appreciated the least.
there's a brief moment of triumph when he shakes her off - maybe a little pride, too. it's still him beneath that delusional behavior, after all - but he doesn't have the time to so much as take a step to the side before she's counterattacking again. lightning quick spells are certainly one way to derail a bat with a one-track mind... he blinks and the next thing he knows, there's a burning pressure at his chest blasting him back and the brief smell of lit cloth as the bolt catches his button-up shirt.
thankfully for the other people running along inside the bubble, he manages to avoid crashing into any of them with a precise midair twist that ends in a somewhat sloppy landing. his hand raises instinctively to his chest, but there seems to be no perilous damage, which brings him to take up an offensive posture again almost immediately. his fingers flex, and he looks back to the place he had just been after a brief pause to regain his bearings and sort his sense of direction out; or, more accurately, to sort his mind out. the impact had shaken his delicate attention, and he finds himself wondering briefly how he had managed to get into this skirmish in the first place.]
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but yes terrible luck will be terrible luck no matter the place; especially in places where that sort of luck is appreciated the least.
there's a brief moment of triumph when he shakes her off - maybe a little pride, too. it's still him beneath that delusional behavior, after all - but he doesn't have the time to so much as take a step to the side before she's counterattacking again. lightning quick spells are certainly one way to derail a bat with a one-track mind... he blinks and the next thing he knows, there's a burning pressure at his chest blasting him back and the brief smell of lit cloth as the bolt catches his button-up shirt.
thankfully for the other people running along inside the bubble, he manages to avoid crashing into any of them with a precise midair twist that ends in a somewhat sloppy landing. his hand raises instinctively to his chest, but there seems to be no perilous damage, which brings him to take up an offensive posture again almost immediately. his fingers flex, and he looks back to the place he had just been after a brief pause to regain his bearings and sort his sense of direction out; or, more accurately, to sort his mind out. the impact had shaken his delicate attention, and he finds himself wondering briefly how he had managed to get into this skirmish in the first place.]