[He hears them before seeing them. Spears of energy, surrounding him, above him. He glances to where the other was before it went dark. An irritated frown on his face. The spear in his hand, remains, fighting to keep a physical shape. He's close to cracking it. He looks up at the spears threatening to skewer him with a huff. Like a disobedient child, he ignores their warning and presses on. Like dodging shots from GUN, he's not concern about being unable to avoid the other's spears.
The light around his area will brighten for a moment until...he's gripping a properly formed spear in his hand. It's not a perfect form, but it is energy he's holding and with time, he knows he can refine it. For a moment, his expression brightens when he sees his own success. And it's still holding it's shape after all that!! Ah, this is actually kind of cool.]
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The light around his area will brighten for a moment until...he's gripping a properly formed spear in his hand. It's not a perfect form, but it is energy he's holding and with time, he knows he can refine it. For a moment, his expression brightens when he sees his own success. And it's still holding it's shape after all that!! Ah, this is actually kind of cool.]