[The others cry out in surprise at the sight of those wings, though Lloyd is the only one Kratos can see -- and Lloyd hesitates with shock an uncertainty.]

He's an angel?

[Kratos doesn't look over. He'd roll his eyes, call Yuan out on his dramatic tendencies, if he had the time and the breath; but he has neither, just a few seconds to gulp down air and rally his tired body. The blur precedes Yuan vanishing, and Kratos can't tell from which direction he'll come without any sense of mana.

[But he's gone after Lloyd, all this time, pushed Lloyd to push Kratos -- so Kratos lunges to cover his son from the attack he's certain is pending.]