[Most people have not co-led an angelic war for nigh on two millennium, or have the technology designed to shorten casting time. There are times Kratos yearns to put down his sword and techs. There are times he forgets it's a possibility.
[This moment is the second. He doesn't even falter to see why Raine has.]
Yes. Anna told me. There's fighting just past the gate.
[The brisk knowledge Anna has given him is direction enough; but he can sense the mana, and they're approaching the gate even now. The fence has partly broken, but past the timber Kratos can see the movement of combat. It's a squad of his angels engaged with a dozen young men around hastily built barricades -- humans, but all with crystals, and all with that particular spin of unmanaged mana -- except one.
[Lloyd's dual blades flash toward one of the angels whose guard is open from defending against another of the young men. Kratos's wings flash and he's there in an instant, blocking that strike without retaliation. Lloyd spins off it and comes back for another, and only then does he see Kratos's face. His eyes widen as Kratos blocks again, and this time Lloyd doesn't follow through.]
Please put down your weapons.
[Kratos speaks low, but forceful -- carrying enough on mana and breeze to be heard over the clash of steel across the path. A few of the young men falter. Not all of them do.]
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[This moment is the second. He doesn't even falter to see why Raine has.]
Yes. Anna told me. There's fighting just past the gate.
[The brisk knowledge Anna has given him is direction enough; but he can sense the mana, and they're approaching the gate even now. The fence has partly broken, but past the timber Kratos can see the movement of combat. It's a squad of his angels engaged with a dozen young men around hastily built barricades -- humans, but all with crystals, and all with that particular spin of unmanaged mana -- except one.
[Lloyd's dual blades flash toward one of the angels whose guard is open from defending against another of the young men. Kratos's wings flash and he's there in an instant, blocking that strike without retaliation. Lloyd spins off it and comes back for another, and only then does he see Kratos's face. His eyes widen as Kratos blocks again, and this time Lloyd doesn't follow through.]
Please put down your weapons.
[Kratos speaks low, but forceful -- carrying enough on mana and breeze to be heard over the clash of steel across the path. A few of the young men falter. Not all of them do.]