[ Oof. Perfect shot, right in the middle. Light and bendy or not, the rod catches against one scale-trimmed, glowing horn, and yanks The SSR Creature's head down towards the ice, making it bob in the water. ]
Ow—!
[ Maybe it's just because he spent the greater part of the day underwater, relying on cloudhymn rather than physical prowess. Maybe it's the force of the thank-the-aeons-its-not-a-real-sword rod striking him on the head. But Dan Heng reacts reflexively, his hand snapping in a shooing motion: the gesture sends gallon of freezing cold seawater flying to hit Ed right in the face in retaliation, like a short blast from a firehose. ]
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Ow—!
[ Maybe it's just because he spent the greater part of the day underwater, relying on cloudhymn rather than physical prowess. Maybe it's the force of the thank-the-aeons-its-not-a-real-sword rod striking him on the head. But Dan Heng reacts reflexively, his hand snapping in a shooing motion: the gesture sends gallon of freezing cold seawater flying to hit Ed right in the face in retaliation, like a short blast from a firehose. ]