Dylan could see blood staining his shirt. Well at least he hadn't been wearing the shirt when the spell hit. It could be washed, but it couldn't be fixed. It was silk. It's not like it could be sewn. He blinked. Nausea was not going to set in. He had been hurt before. What was a little blood?

He put up a slightly weak shield. Not that it could hold anything back. It would probably be crushed with any first hit. You could probably punch your way through it.

The tickling charm sliced straight through it, straight at Dylan's chest. He bent over double with a fit of giggles. "Fi....n...ite" giggle "In...c...can...ta...tum." He giggled, the wand pointed at his chest. "Huh hmm," he coughed, straightening up.

He could feel the floor freeze beneath his feet. That didn't look like a good thing. As he was peering at his feet he heard a woosh. He shielded his eyes, as the ash and trees and stuff flew towards him. He cast a temporary bubble head charm to shield his face. He felt the trees and water whip his body. Chilling, and scratching his skin. Bit sore. Hopefully the water would numb his body before anything did too much damage.

"Oppugno avis," he summonded. Ravens flew from the end of his wand. He could create bigger. He hoped. Hawks maybe. Oo an eagle.

What was with the sheet?