[The clatter of the assassins' swords falling to the floor makes Zelos flinch, jostling his shoulder again. It takes him a couple of pain-laced seconds before he realises Yuan's talking to him, and by then speaking no longer feels completely out of the question.]
I -- I don't know. [Through gritted teeth.] I'm sorry, I...
[The lightning, clearly magic, is enough to send one of the men running down the corridor, giving up the attempt for lost. But the same lightning, clearly half-elf magic, only winds the other, who recovers and attacks again with an angry snarl. His focus becomes too narrow to notice that there's a guard who's come running down the other end of the hall and frozen at the corner.]
I said they weren't going to succeed because --
[Zelos's eyes have gone blurry with tears, half from pain and half from emotion. He's talking without paying very much attention to what's going on around him.]
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I -- I don't know. [Through gritted teeth.] I'm sorry, I...
[The lightning, clearly magic, is enough to send one of the men running down the corridor, giving up the attempt for lost. But the same lightning, clearly half-elf magic, only winds the other, who recovers and attacks again with an angry snarl. His focus becomes too narrow to notice that there's a guard who's come running down the other end of the hall and frozen at the corner.]
I said they weren't going to succeed because --
[Zelos's eyes have gone blurry with tears, half from pain and half from emotion. He's talking without paying very much attention to what's going on around him.]