Ales had remained standing by Garland after he shot him. He did have the speed of a Thief, but he wanted to be around in case a follow-up shot was needed. That ended up not being a concern considering how everything was suddenly on fire. The pillars struck the Teensie and his puppet, and before they could hit the ground, stormy winds blew him right into the wall. Ales bounced onto the ground, with only his cracked puppet to serve as a cushion. In a sense, it wasn't a cushion at all.
"Nothing's ever going to give me an easy time, eh?" He muttered to himself in his attempt to get back onto his feet. He pulled out his wrench and proceeded to Repair the puppet before returning to battle.
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"Nothing's ever going to give me an easy time, eh?" He muttered to himself in his attempt to get back onto his feet. He pulled out his wrench and proceeded to Repair the puppet before returning to battle.