"Oh--[b]OH, I'VE MADE A MISTAKE!"[/b]

That was the only thing that could come out of Jett's mouth as he saw at least half of the crystals phase through the telekinetic force field like a bullet through water; the magic did nothing signifcant to the crystals. There wasn't much he could do now considering the close proximity of the buckshot. With one arm he covered his face, placing the other across his body diagonally. At the same time he quickly jumped to the side in an attempt to dodge at least a portion of the widespread attack (Even if it wouldn't succeed).

He kept both arms in front of his face and body, allowing them to take the brunt of the crystal hits, the rest spreading across his legs and sides. The next thing he saw was a sky-blue blast of energy moving toward his body. His eyes widened and as soon as he hit the ground, he jumped upward as high as he could, letting the blast go on toward the horizon rather than attempt to deflect it. It was only at that point that his brain processed mild pain--almost like a nuisance. When he looked down, he noticed large cuts through his leather jacket, crimson seeping out of them as well as spots on his torso and legs. He sucked his teeth, "You got me good," he commented, landing back on the ground at his feet, this time even further away from Corban. He looked down at the ground, rolling his bleeding shoulders before glancing up. 

That goofy grin was still on his face, "but I'm not gonna go down that easily."


The sword materialized once again in his hand and Jett rushed him, ignoring the significant amount of lacerations on his arms and body and still retaining his speed and strength. He went to slash at Corban, however stopped short a few inches away. From behind, dark magic came at him in an attempt to push him forcefully, and if successful he'd then stab Corban in his arm at one of the joint areas of his armor.