[Yuan lets the boy sleep as long as he dares, but all the same it isn't very long before he wakes Zelos. Someone will be looking for him, as much as it would be nice to let him sleep.]
[Time passes. Zelos keeps showing up in the library. Yuan keeps letting him, and absently teaching him, and if some of those words stray from the strictly librarian, well, what of it?]
[It gets to the point that he can pick Zelos's footsteps out a corridor away.]
[Which is why, when that pattern changes just as Yuan is half-expecting Zelos to speed up and turn a corner, he gets up very, very quickly. Instinct says the other people are a bad sign. If instinct is wrong, he can write it off as something else. He'd rather be faintly embarrassed and wrong than stay where he is and be right.]
[--and someone's figured out that these isolated corridors aren't a bad place to corner the Chosen.]
[He's barely a decade.]
[Yuan takes in the scene with all the rapidity of many centuries of practice. There's an option or two that doesn't involve pulling wing here, which is best to avoid. He doesn't carry a standard sword. He can take the blow, and risk some hindrance in a fight that won't be over yet. He can cast lightning-- but it would be raw, and even if he did tag Zelos as friendly the last time he was in the library, electricity isn't the best choice with so many blades that could yet go awry.]
[Third option. Yuan exerts himself to speed, reaching for the wing pack that has his old stalwart companion, and he catches the sword aimed for Zelos with the curve of his swallow-blade.]
[His arm doesn't waver, despite the force of the strike and the evident weight of the huge double-ended weapon. Yuan flicks his eyes between the two assailants and sneers, making it very clear how he's assessed the threat now that he's between them and Zelos.]
Zelos. Get down.
As for you...
[Is it feasible, to let them live? Yuan isn't inclined to kindness, here and now.]
no subject
[Time passes. Zelos keeps showing up in the library. Yuan keeps letting him, and absently teaching him, and if some of those words stray from the strictly librarian, well, what of it?]
[It gets to the point that he can pick Zelos's footsteps out a corridor away.]
[Which is why, when that pattern changes just as Yuan is half-expecting Zelos to speed up and turn a corner, he gets up very, very quickly. Instinct says the other people are a bad sign. If instinct is wrong, he can write it off as something else. He'd rather be faintly embarrassed and wrong than stay where he is and be right.]
[--and someone's figured out that these isolated corridors aren't a bad place to corner the Chosen.]
[He's barely a decade.]
[Yuan takes in the scene with all the rapidity of many centuries of practice. There's an option or two that doesn't involve pulling wing here, which is best to avoid. He doesn't carry a standard sword. He can take the blow, and risk some hindrance in a fight that won't be over yet. He can cast lightning-- but it would be raw, and even if he did tag Zelos as friendly the last time he was in the library, electricity isn't the best choice with so many blades that could yet go awry.]
[Third option. Yuan exerts himself to speed, reaching for the wing pack that has his old stalwart companion, and he catches the sword aimed for Zelos with the curve of his swallow-blade.]
[His arm doesn't waver, despite the force of the strike and the evident weight of the huge double-ended weapon. Yuan flicks his eyes between the two assailants and sneers, making it very clear how he's assessed the threat now that he's between them and Zelos.]
Zelos. Get down.
As for you...
[Is it feasible, to let them live? Yuan isn't inclined to kindness, here and now.]