03-09-2015, 06:21 PM
Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden didn't have many options after his stunt. There were far too many stormtroopers between him and the gate to the Vasty Deep for him to blast through, even if he was willing to kill them all. Order 66 aside, these men were following orders, and nothing more. Then again, he didn't have to blast through them. The lasers, individually, were less potent than guns by a wide margin. There was only a short distance to run. He shook out his shield bracelet and formed his shield, turning his spell-woven duster's collar up and steeling himself. This was going to hurt.
The wizard mounted his horse and rode at high speed from his improvised shelter. He tried to catch as much laser fire as he could, but the size restriction on the shield was getting in the way. The Stormtroopers shot his horse and disabled her, sending Harry tumbling over the mare's nose. In a moment of panic, he tapped into the Winter power that Mab had given him.
It still hurt when he hit the ground, but nowhere near as much as it should have. He'd feel that later. The good news was that the Knight's Mantle knew it was outnumbered, if not outgunned, and seconded his instinct to flee. Harry rolled to his feet and held the shield behind him as he made a mad sprint for the portal, barreling through it with a wave of disorientation and more laser burns than he cared to count. This was just going to suck tomorrow, but better that then wind up in an Empire prison. He didn't want to know what that particular part of Star Wars looked like firsthand.
The wizard mounted his horse and rode at high speed from his improvised shelter. He tried to catch as much laser fire as he could, but the size restriction on the shield was getting in the way. The Stormtroopers shot his horse and disabled her, sending Harry tumbling over the mare's nose. In a moment of panic, he tapped into the Winter power that Mab had given him.
It still hurt when he hit the ground, but nowhere near as much as it should have. He'd feel that later. The good news was that the Knight's Mantle knew it was outnumbered, if not outgunned, and seconded his instinct to flee. Harry rolled to his feet and held the shield behind him as he made a mad sprint for the portal, barreling through it with a wave of disorientation and more laser burns than he cared to count. This was just going to suck tomorrow, but better that then wind up in an Empire prison. He didn't want to know what that particular part of Star Wars looked like firsthand.
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