[ Tadashi is in no state to move. That much he knows. Even if they could move, it wouldn't do much.
The ceiling comes down; glass shatters, glitters coldly for one brief moment before the barrier shatters too and Magicman forces a crouching position, sweeping his sword up and around, producing a gale that sends shards flying in all directions but in the most important direction, away from Tadashi.
It's not perfect, of course; shards crash down like heavy rain, and if they weren't already on their knees the sheer weight of the deluge would have forced it. Most shards are deflected or otherwise turned aside by Magicman; some lance straight through the armor and cut into Tadashi's back despite his best efforts (which produce additional flares of pain that Magicman ignores).
Some part of him processes that maybe Tadashi can do something that he can't, doesn't have the energy to, and he pings frantically, sluggishly grasping at the limiter and trying to disconnect it, pry it off and stop it working. Whether he succeeds or not is another matter entirely. ]
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The ceiling comes down; glass shatters, glitters coldly for one brief moment before the barrier shatters too and Magicman forces a crouching position, sweeping his sword up and around, producing a gale that sends shards flying in all directions but in the most important direction, away from Tadashi.
It's not perfect, of course; shards crash down like heavy rain, and if they weren't already on their knees the sheer weight of the deluge would have forced it. Most shards are deflected or otherwise turned aside by Magicman; some lance straight through the armor and cut into Tadashi's back despite his best efforts (which produce additional flares of pain that Magicman ignores).
Some part of him processes that maybe Tadashi can do something that he can't, doesn't have the energy to, and he pings frantically, sluggishly grasping at the limiter and trying to disconnect it, pry it off and stop it working. Whether he succeeds or not is another matter entirely. ]