[Lenka manages to land lightly enough, catching himself with the blade of his lance against the bark of the tree rather than scrabbling for handholds in the dark and masses of wet leaves. The tree doesn't stab back, either, which is a nice bonus. Eligor remains beside him for a moment, a knight in a tree in a tree -- a sight that would be comical if anyone had the attention or the vision to spare for the spectacle.
As it is, everything has happened so quickly that even if he was the one who instigated it, Lenka finds himself disoriented by the change in height and visibility; it's suddenly very hard to tell which way is up or down when the sky and ground are both obscured. The dizziness from overusing his magic doesn't help, either. Physical fatigue he can ram right through -- this is a new and unpleasant kind of limitation that he still hasn't fully grasped.
So he's still catching his breath when he both hears and feels the soothing notes of Jaune's spell settle over him. Jaune gets a startled, grateful look that melts into sheepishness when Lenka realizes the predicament his friend is now in. A little more clearheaded now thanks to the Dia, he moves a little ways downward and closer in to at least try and retrieve the shield.]
We're in... the tree a little to your right. At the edge of the treeline. [he's remembered by now that he doesn't have an earpiece, so he really has no idea how they're communicating with their third member; hopefully speaking aloud will do it] As long as they don't get past you...
[That's as far as Lenka gets before his focus shifts: the Shadows that haven't gotten past the treeline are starting to gather below them, and although he's managed to pick up Jaune's shield and the stragglers are few in number, it's still a better bet to keep their current position clear.
It's almost impossible to see in the treetops under the night, but there's a ripple in the light and air over Lenka's shoulder and down his back that extends as he concentrates -- one ripple becomes many, and several of the Shadows below them are blown back and away by a nigh-unseen force. His aim is a little erratic, given it's hard to see his own bullets, but he's taken heed of their need for range weaponry.]
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As it is, everything has happened so quickly that even if he was the one who instigated it, Lenka finds himself disoriented by the change in height and visibility; it's suddenly very hard to tell which way is up or down when the sky and ground are both obscured. The dizziness from overusing his magic doesn't help, either. Physical fatigue he can ram right through -- this is a new and unpleasant kind of limitation that he still hasn't fully grasped.
So he's still catching his breath when he both hears and feels the soothing notes of Jaune's spell settle over him. Jaune gets a startled, grateful look that melts into sheepishness when Lenka realizes the predicament his friend is now in. A little more clearheaded now thanks to the Dia, he moves a little ways downward and closer in to at least try and retrieve the shield.]
We're in... the tree a little to your right. At the edge of the treeline. [he's remembered by now that he doesn't have an earpiece, so he really has no idea how they're communicating with their third member; hopefully speaking aloud will do it] As long as they don't get past you...
[That's as far as Lenka gets before his focus shifts: the Shadows that haven't gotten past the treeline are starting to gather below them, and although he's managed to pick up Jaune's shield and the stragglers are few in number, it's still a better bet to keep their current position clear.
It's almost impossible to see in the treetops under the night, but there's a ripple in the light and air over Lenka's shoulder and down his back that extends as he concentrates -- one ripple becomes many, and several of the Shadows below them are blown back and away by a nigh-unseen force. His aim is a little erratic, given it's hard to see his own bullets, but he's taken heed of their need for range weaponry.]