[He still looks unsure, giving the whole set up a once-over... but after a moment, he shrugs with a little "eh".]
Guess it'll do. And if it don't, I'll just grab ya.
[With his magic, he means. And speaking of - Chipp takes a step or two back, tosses his cloak to the ground - inside up toward the sun, of course - and rolls the shoulder of his prosthetic once or twice as if to get it ready. The eyes on his pauldron start to glow brighter, and his metallic palm brightens up to match.]
You ready? This might sting a li'l. Gonna throw you one - it'll be weak, but 's gonna be fast-fast, too.
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[He still looks unsure, giving the whole set up a once-over... but after a moment, he shrugs with a little "eh".]
Guess it'll do. And if it don't, I'll just grab ya.
[With his magic, he means. And speaking of -
Chipp takes a step or two back, tosses his cloak to the ground - inside up toward the sun, of course - and rolls the shoulder of his prosthetic once or twice as if to get it ready.
The eyes on his pauldron start to glow brighter, and his metallic palm brightens up to match.]
You ready? This might sting a li'l.
Gonna throw you one - it'll be weak, but 's gonna be fast-fast, too.