[Kimblee knows an onslaught when he sees one; he isn't about to try to dodge that. His agility has always been terrible and he knows it; he brings his hands together again as soon as he's clear of the start of the barrage, but instead of finding the ground or another solid surface, the energy arcs out of his body straightfowardly, whipping through the air and detonating the projectiles in a massive burst of rock, the fragments raining down hard but leaving him unharmed.
He glances down at one of those missiles that had been launched at him toward the start - is...that...]
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He glances down at one of those missiles that had been launched at him toward the start - is...that...]