<div class="floatright">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2lu2h4h.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Kairon</span></strong><br/>HP: 31/31, Init +6, Saves: 4/2/5<br/><hr/><br/>Of course they'd block lines of sight. That was his general advantage, range. Of course they'd stick him in close quarters with no way of knowing where the enemy was coming from, that negated his other general advantage, battlefield control. They were doing everything within their power to make him look bad this time. Just as well, the last time he'd gotten in trouble for "not making enough sport of it" and "finishing too quickly."<em>"I've never finished quickly in my..."</em>Now was not the time for such introspection however. Now it was time to cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war. Or at least that time was in the near future. At this precise moment, it was time to shield himself against the coming onslaught. Kairon wove his mental energy into a suit of armor to set over himself, and prepared to do the same in a vague shield-like shape. While it was nice to have ersatz allies, it was one thing to rely on others, but yet another to not take reasonable precautions in order to protect oneself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Intertial Armor, next turn will be using Force Screen.</div></div><br/>