06-28-2014, 08:27 PM
Oh. Light magic.
Of course it had to be light magic. Of all the arcane arts, Salem reacted to that school the worst. So it was only natural that his opponents here would be well-versed in its usage. He really should have seen it coming, in all honesty. At least he could be glad with the fact that he had been moving continuously during the sudden light-based assault, enough that his eyes didn't suffer too much damage. He wasn't blinded, but he was dazed, his vision was blurred and overall he was more than a little frazzled; to the point that by the time he came was seeing a little straighter, the Knight was dead and the axe-woman was demanding one of them pick up that leftover shield. His frantic motions, even with blurred vision, had apparently been enough to just barely avoid an orb of light -- presumably to the face -- from hitting him. Either way, upon Elisa's request, Salem did exactly that. He'd been meaning to buy a shield at some point in the near future, as his previous one had ended up destroyed, lost and misplaced because of reasons.
Preparation to hold out at the front as per the -other- axe-woman's request was soon contested with a loud, crackling noise; causing Salem to both wince and instinctively turn towards the source. Only to see it come tumbling down spectacularly, crashing not too far before himself and Elisa, and blocking the view and path towards the remaining knights with flames. That was probably a stroke of luck or genius, if it had been pulled off by one of the bandits. Which...Salem had a fair feeling it probably would have been. Still, sword and newly-acquired board in possession and ready for just about anything to jump out from behind the flames, Salem began to slowly back-pedal. Obviously, the first thing to do was to regroup with the rest of the bandits now that they had a brief moment of respite. And probably prepare for a second (most likely much more violent) engagement with the Knights. It was pretty obvious to Salem that Robert's father wasn't going to be around any longer, so...well. He'd have to take the kid back. This was all working towards that moment, naturally.
Of course it had to be light magic. Of all the arcane arts, Salem reacted to that school the worst. So it was only natural that his opponents here would be well-versed in its usage. He really should have seen it coming, in all honesty. At least he could be glad with the fact that he had been moving continuously during the sudden light-based assault, enough that his eyes didn't suffer too much damage. He wasn't blinded, but he was dazed, his vision was blurred and overall he was more than a little frazzled; to the point that by the time he came was seeing a little straighter, the Knight was dead and the axe-woman was demanding one of them pick up that leftover shield. His frantic motions, even with blurred vision, had apparently been enough to just barely avoid an orb of light -- presumably to the face -- from hitting him. Either way, upon Elisa's request, Salem did exactly that. He'd been meaning to buy a shield at some point in the near future, as his previous one had ended up destroyed, lost and misplaced because of reasons.
Preparation to hold out at the front as per the -other- axe-woman's request was soon contested with a loud, crackling noise; causing Salem to both wince and instinctively turn towards the source. Only to see it come tumbling down spectacularly, crashing not too far before himself and Elisa, and blocking the view and path towards the remaining knights with flames. That was probably a stroke of luck or genius, if it had been pulled off by one of the bandits. Which...Salem had a fair feeling it probably would have been. Still, sword and newly-acquired board in possession and ready for just about anything to jump out from behind the flames, Salem began to slowly back-pedal. Obviously, the first thing to do was to regroup with the rest of the bandits now that they had a brief moment of respite. And probably prepare for a second (most likely much more violent) engagement with the Knights. It was pretty obvious to Salem that Robert's father wasn't going to be around any longer, so...well. He'd have to take the kid back. This was all working towards that moment, naturally.