[The ice explodes beautifully around Lucas's Shields, accompanied by the glittering shards of his manifested psionics as they shatter. Lucas is sitting on the ground when the ice clears up -- The blast had sent him reeling backwards, though more from the sheer force than the pain. Still speckled with light patches all over his body, Lucas holds a hand to the part of his chest that had been struck.
His shirt has begun to bloom crimson in that region, though he doesn't seem especially perturbed.]
Ah . . . Thanks, Horohoro. That's exactly what I wanted.
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Date: 2010-11-12 04:26 am (UTC)His shirt has begun to bloom crimson in that region, though he doesn't seem especially perturbed.]
Ah . . . Thanks, Horohoro. That's exactly what I wanted.