James could tell he was getting on the warlock's nerves by the increased speed and power of the lashes, the warlock's jeering only adding to each attack. With every lash, it became more and more difficult for James to dodge, and eventually, he was hit. One of the horizontal lashes just barely made contact with his face, leaving a huge cut on his cheek. The immense pain nearly made him fall over, his joints going rigid from the sensation of the electricity running throughout his body, leaving him completely immobile. Another set of lashes made him collapse next to his shield, where he struggled to get back up, shaking heavily from the odd pain. He dragged his glove against his cheek, examining the glove and seeing blood on it...surely, it would leave a scar. He smirked, looking up at the warlock. "That's quite a *grunt*...nifty spell you're using."