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[ Echoes, echoes. He puts his pipe up and... rather expertly hits most of the orbs that would have hit him, letting the rest explode by the wayside and into his blind spots as he has himself some more echoes. Ugh. Useless, useless, useless. All vague feelings and memories. He grunts to himself as he pats himself down again, smirking under his bandanna in a mixture of frustration and delight. He's swaying a bit already under the salvo, but he thinks he could stand one more shot. ]

Maybe, maybe. Thanks for the warning. What else you got, baby? [ he settles down into the action stance again. ]