See No Evil, Smell No Evil (Sabbo)

Alien toppled to his ass, sliding back through the snow. Both of them working together was quite a feat. That mystical bandage of theirs was going to be a big problem. He'd intended his last attack to slow the second attacker down a bit, but if he couldn't get at least one of them into the mortally wounded state, this whole ordeal would be simply embarrassing.

The two came at him quick. Acting in swift response, he fired a stone pillar out from directly beneath him. The column of rock propelled him between his two attackers, knocking them to the side. He landed on his feet and spun around to face them again, both separated from each other by the pillar.

Pointing both of his fingers at the top of the slanted pillar, he flung his arms to his sides, splitting the column down the middle, flinging each half at the two of them.

“Why do the two of you want me dead, hm? The English speaking one says it's because I'm a magician.” He laughed, hunching his back for another attack. “Why kill me if you yourselves are mages?”

OoC: Huh. I'd left this alone for longer than I thought. :/

IC: While Tatek once again defended from the rock by holding his arms up, Roen saw the pillar coming and shattered much of it with a single swing of his qi-charged gùn.

<What did he say?> Tatek asked when he saw his friend's face darken from their foe's words.

Roen spat to his side before answering. <He called us mages. His ignorance astounds me.>

<What!? Does he want to suffer as he dies? Because he sure seems to be asking for it!>

Nodding in agreement, Roen took a breath before responding to the man in white, "There is no greater insult than to call us mages; magic-users of all kinds are an evil that must be purged, while our strength is without exception sourced from ourselves. We need no magic to fight and destroy your evil."

As Roen finished speaking, Tatek felt around the ground for the first fist-sized rock which broke off from the pillar that he could find, and when he found one, he threw it at the white man. Using the distraction to his advantage, Roen swung his gùn, aiming directly for the man's head.

OoC: ...That was terrible. But at least it was something. Writing with two characters is hard when they're in the same place doing similar things. :<