It feels like a bomb just went off in his head. Ronan winces and claps his free hand over his left ear, but it's too late and it's not enough to stop the effect — not quite pain, but a fracturing. Stabbing his blade into the platform, he leans his weight on VEXED TO NIGHTMARE because he's sure he'll lose his balance otherwise. If nothing else, he can serve as a meat shield for Ambrose, at least until the disorientation passes.
(( You can skip Ronan for the next round of attacks. ))
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"Jesus, Mary, mother of fuck."
It feels like a bomb just went off in his head. Ronan winces and claps his free hand over his left ear, but it's too late and it's not enough to stop the effect — not quite pain, but a fracturing. Stabbing his blade into the platform, he leans his weight on VEXED TO NIGHTMARE because he's sure he'll lose his balance otherwise. If nothing else, he can serve as a meat shield for Ambrose, at least until the disorientation passes.
(( You can skip Ronan for the next round of attacks. ))