"Hm, matching armor! What an idea. I'll have to make a proposal--got to keep the men on their toes, after all." A slight breath of a chuckle escapes at that, on Obi-Wan's part. "Although, I'm afraid I still haven't really gotten the hang of helmets...they'd figure the one bumping into walls probably isn't you, unfortunately."
Joking enough, but definitely tying over into the Jedi preference for wearing as little armor as possible in general, even in the thick of battle. Just the light half-plating of clone armor Obi-Wan sports for the moment had been a long endeavor in getting used to, and he's fairly certain he wouldn't be able to function half as well in full armor as his clone troopers admirably do. Not a problem, though, he'd claim--just the same as any other Jedi would--for after all, in any time of conflict, a lightsaber is all you should ever need. Hailstorms of blasterfire mean nothing with good blast-deflect form, after all, and it only builds up from there...
But Obi-Wan sniffs a bit, even as he secures Cody's arm over his shoulders and painstakingly draws the both of them upright--said sniff could easily be blamed on the rain still coming down in torrents, but it's also timed after Cody's remark on one-legged fighting, most coincidentally. "A minor inconvenience on both sides, then! Well, but that's alright. I suppose if we combine all our remaining limbs together we ought to be a functioning enough fighting unit, what do you think? Turn this inconvenience into the very font of convenience, I--"
A slight stammer, as Obi-Wan draws upright with most of Cody's weight over shoulder, supported by a combination of his own strength and the loaned strength of the Force--the pressure lances down his right shoulder, jolting through the bone of his broken arm in an electric jolt of pain, and he draws in a sharp breath through his teeth. But that's the most that Obi-Wan allows, for that particular expression (a Jedi is always calm and composed, especially when others need it more); the pain persists, hot and breathtaking, but he lets it go from thought and continues on as if nothing had happened, slight breathlessness regardless.
"--Well. But anyhow. Here, let's try for a bit of a walk, one step at a time..." The mud makes footing treacherous enough already, but Obi-Wan takes it slow, using his own intact legs to support Cody on his remaining functioning one as they move the way two younglings might work together in a protato sack race. "I think my commlink's reaching the end of its use--got hit pretty hard in the blast, I'm rather surprised it's still working. Is your comm in better shape, Commander? We'll need to check in with the men, if they're still up ahead..."
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Joking enough, but definitely tying over into the Jedi preference for wearing as little armor as possible in general, even in the thick of battle. Just the light half-plating of clone armor Obi-Wan sports for the moment had been a long endeavor in getting used to, and he's fairly certain he wouldn't be able to function half as well in full armor as his clone troopers admirably do. Not a problem, though, he'd claim--just the same as any other Jedi would--for after all, in any time of conflict, a lightsaber is all you should ever need. Hailstorms of blasterfire mean nothing with good blast-deflect form, after all, and it only builds up from there...
But Obi-Wan sniffs a bit, even as he secures Cody's arm over his shoulders and painstakingly draws the both of them upright--said sniff could easily be blamed on the rain still coming down in torrents, but it's also timed after Cody's remark on one-legged fighting, most coincidentally. "A minor inconvenience on both sides, then! Well, but that's alright. I suppose if we combine all our remaining limbs together we ought to be a functioning enough fighting unit, what do you think? Turn this inconvenience into the very font of convenience, I--"
A slight stammer, as Obi-Wan draws upright with most of Cody's weight over shoulder, supported by a combination of his own strength and the loaned strength of the Force--the pressure lances down his right shoulder, jolting through the bone of his broken arm in an electric jolt of pain, and he draws in a sharp breath through his teeth. But that's the most that Obi-Wan allows, for that particular expression (a Jedi is always calm and composed, especially when others need it more); the pain persists, hot and breathtaking, but he lets it go from thought and continues on as if nothing had happened, slight breathlessness regardless.
"--Well. But anyhow. Here, let's try for a bit of a walk, one step at a time..." The mud makes footing treacherous enough already, but Obi-Wan takes it slow, using his own intact legs to support Cody on his remaining functioning one as they move the way two younglings might work together in a protato sack race. "I think my commlink's reaching the end of its use--got hit pretty hard in the blast, I'm rather surprised it's still working. Is your comm in better shape, Commander? We'll need to check in with the men, if they're still up ahead..."