[Kratos doesn't resist the momentum of that parry, but turns it into a spin, sword carving upward from hip to shoulder -- or would have, if Yuan had still been there. Lloyd curses, something about speed, and Kratos only wishes he had the time and the breath to tell him that this wasn't even Yuan at his fastest.

[They're all so unprepared.

[Lloyd goes for Yuan's back and Colette's chakram spins toward Yuan's head. Kratos barges forward to keep Yuan's attention, taking the bolt on his shield. The wood damps it to nothing more than a grunt-worthy charge which doesn't make Kratos pause at all, and dies at the uncompromising sand under his feet. Kratos's swing is faster than Lloyd's, but with the added bonus of Colette's, they're timed just about right.]