[center][h2][color=BurlyWood]Cedar.[/color][/h2][/center]

Cedar flinched as his halberd rebounded off the ground, passing through the Nox like thin air. It caught him off guard enough that he didn't move away from the Nox, and before he knew it, it was on his hand. There was pain, the type that comes with cold. Dimly in the background he was aware of someone shouting something, but he focused too much on his hand, moving to try to get it off somehow -

And suddenly he saw brightness, enough to temporarily blind him. He staggered back with closed eyes, though on a more optimistic note, his hand seemed to be doing better.

He looked up to see Steel Rose's face (mask, at least), or more accurately, the Nox clinging to it. Cedar went still for a second. In that second, he tallied his mistakes. Let the Nox catch him off guard, ignored an important warning, and let his teammate come under fire. He felt something close to shame, but brushed it off. [color=BurlyWood][i]Focus. Gotta get it off.[/i][/color] 

Something about Fluke's chatter rubbed him the wrong way this time. [color=BurlyWood]"Less chat, Fluke. More work. That drone of yours have anything more than just eyes, or do I have to pull your weight for you?"[/color] Cedar's tone was noticeably less controlled than it was before - terse, audibly irritated. Inwardly he winced. He was letting the situation and his earlier mistakes get to him. He was lashing out at Fluke for a minor verbal jab when he should be focused on working together. He made a small note to chastise himself later.

[color=BurlyWood]"I... I could take your gun, Rose, and... scare it off you. If you keep your eyes closed I could fire near you."[/color] It was a shot in the dark (pun not intended), but he had to do something quick, before it ended up doing something worse or trying to get away.