[Whatever Barnaby says is ultimatley lost on Syrlya. He's dizzy, and focusing desperately on just a way to survive.
--The gun. He lifts his head, narrowing his eyes to focus on the ground behind Barnaby. Just--if he can just pull together a little more magic...
He teleports, still hunched over the ground as he's behind Barnaby in a flash. He lunges for the weapon with his left hand, dragging it as he staggers to his knees. He a heavy breath, he shifts his hand to put the finger on the trigger and lifts it up with a shaky arm. His gaze tracks Barnaby as he stands up, and purple light swirls in concentration around the end of the barrel.
As it fires, it isn't from Syrlya pulling the trigger. It's raw magic that shoots forward just as fast as a bullet. The actual strike of it won't puncture, it won't even bruise, but the magic creates an echo of pain as if he had been struck with the force to daze him.
It also still causes a pushback in the rifle, the force causing Syrlya to twist and topple back to the ground as it jerks back and dislocates his shoulder.
Well, ow. But it's enough time to stop Barnaby from turning around as Syrlya holds his breath and draws on all of his waning strength to pull a veil of invisibility around himself.]
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--The gun. He lifts his head, narrowing his eyes to focus on the ground behind Barnaby. Just--if he can just pull together a little more magic...
He teleports, still hunched over the ground as he's behind Barnaby in a flash. He lunges for the weapon with his left hand, dragging it as he staggers to his knees. He a heavy breath, he shifts his hand to put the finger on the trigger and lifts it up with a shaky arm. His gaze tracks Barnaby as he stands up, and purple light swirls in concentration around the end of the barrel.
As it fires, it isn't from Syrlya pulling the trigger. It's raw magic that shoots forward just as fast as a bullet. The actual strike of it won't puncture, it won't even bruise, but the magic creates an echo of pain as if he had been struck with the force to daze him.
It also still causes a pushback in the rifle, the force causing Syrlya to twist and topple back to the ground as it jerks back and dislocates his shoulder.
Well, ow. But it's enough time to stop Barnaby from turning around as Syrlya holds his breath and draws on all of his waning strength to pull a veil of invisibility around himself.]