His failed attempt at escaping the bird's grasp led to a natural conclusion, that being the bird taking off with him in its talons. The ground moved away from him, leaving Theodore longing for the comforting feeling of it under his feet. If one didn't get up high, one couldn't fall from heights. But, well, there had been an attempt and that was the best he could have done. The others were well aware of his predicament and many made it their priority to help him. However, as soon as Wick's globe of light collided with the bird and basked Theodore in its harmful rays, he had to concede some of the methods were a little reckless. Next up he noticed Katia flinging a bolt of energy his way. Wait, when had she learnt to do something like...

His thoughts were interrupted by the bird vanishing in a puff of smoke, but intent on finishing what he had started he mouthed the final word of the sentence "...that?" And then, he fell. Luckily enough the fall was on the shorter side, but the collision of the surface, the reunion not quite in the way he had been hoping for goaded him into releasing the air from his lungs. He couldn't be sure whether it had been the impact itself or force of habit, but the end result was the same.

Having been on the receiving end of multiple types of punishment in such a short timeframe, Theodore took a moment on the ground to catch his breath, as well as raise a hand between him and the sun. He felt so empty he halfway expected his hand to be see-through! He clambered to his feet, sheathed his sword, picked up the small sphere left behind the bird and took a few running steps back towards his crossbow. The small item reminded him of the bird somehow. Interesting... Having reached his crossbow, he picked it up and took a quick look at it. Still in one piece, at least.

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Theodore lands prone after the bird dies and is thus released from its grasp. He expends half of his movement to stand up, sheathes his shortsword, picks up the small sphere left behind by the bird that carried him and moves the fifteen feet back to his crossbow. With Cesar having told there's no reason to worry about the last bird, the weary templar simply picks up his weapon and checks to see if it's in good shape after his earlier throw.

[b]HP:[/b] 7/28  [b]AC:[/b] 16  [b]Concentrating:[/b] Not
[b]Radiant Consumption:[/b] Available
[b]Slayer's Eye:[/b] Inactive

[b]Spells expended:[/b]
0/3 1st
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