[Aw, look at him go with a stun spell! Solomon chuckles as he lets himself turn just enough, the length of his coat fluttering upwards as his wand is extended out.]
Manu Propria.
[An area of lightning whips around his feet before beelining to the frozen thief like a whip, pulling and yanking at his armed wrist with enough force to toss the blade into the dirt, despite the cry of pained protest. The man struggles further, but the Northern wizard just lightly strides forward, not bothered.]
Ah, no no no. You've made your decision.
[As he kicks the blade towards Yamato with his feet, his gaze travels towards the thick foliage coming up overtop of their party.]
Eyes up, we have company.
[It's as much as he's able to say before the twang of an arrow goes off through leaf and air. Think fast, Yamato.]
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Manu Propria.
[An area of lightning whips around his feet before beelining to the frozen thief like a whip, pulling and yanking at his armed wrist with enough force to toss the blade into the dirt, despite the cry of pained protest. The man struggles further, but the Northern wizard just lightly strides forward, not bothered.]
Ah, no no no. You've made your decision.
[As he kicks the blade towards Yamato with his feet, his gaze travels towards the thick foliage coming up overtop of their party.]
Eyes up, we have company.
[It's as much as he's able to say before the twang of an arrow goes off through leaf and air. Think fast, Yamato.]