Crack.
His Fear shield had taken the brunt of damage, but Lan had flung it with enough force that it almost didn't matter. Shik was swung around in the air with a surprised growl of pain, unceremoniously tumbling down; neither of his wings wanted to work. At best he could roll when he hit the ground to mitigate the damage, but his wings refused to cooperate and made the landing more of a mess. The executioner was sprawled and wincing for a moment before beginning to pry himself from the ground.
Icarus had gone too close to the sun with that last batch of insults.
HP: 7
Damage: ok fine no Lan squishing today
Fear: Chill Y2
THIS IS HALLOWEEN
WHERE IT IS ALWAYS HALLOWEEN (and sometimes exams)
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