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Glass shards were glittering all around him as he was punched through a window, and the wind, rushing through his dark hair as Clayton "Jack-in-the-Box" Willison found himself suddenly outside the castle, instead of in. Though had he been any other man, he'd be shitting his pants by now, but as luck would have it- he was a mage.
Though despite the symbols of Angsar all over his armor, he hid his power well. But not today. Today it was 'OH MY GOD, USE YOUR FRIGGIN' POWERS OR DIE'.
So he did.
And as the man kept falling, falling, falling towards the ground, he held onto his breath, cursed out the breath, and threw his hands forward and built a pillow of snow, which he promptly landed in seconds later. When he landed, he found himself buried completely... (you know, except for the man shaped hole, which his landing int he snow, had created). And wouldn't you know, it happened to be Summer Time in Connlaoth.
"Shit."
Spitting out the snow, Jack scrambled to his feet, dusting himself off and looking back to the pile of snow that just saved his life, and panicking in ways he could seek to hide it. But did it honestly matter? The castle was under attack, and he hadn't expected to find himself on the opposing fist of a girl. Great, first real duty as a knight during this whole 'war' thing and he was already 'dead'. And he contemplated just sneaking away. He could always go back to a life on the street.. even if the knightly life paid well, it just... really wasn't for him.
So he supposed it was.. exit, stage right time?