[This is beginning to feel like one of Zelos's old training lessons in Meltokio. Strike, parry, lecture. At first, the realisation brings with it a twitch of irritation, but that's mainly because of Zelos's mood. Once the twitch passes, he settles into the old rhythms. Strike, parry, lecture.
Lightning strikes his hand before he can pull up a solid guardian -- being able to talk would have made that much easier -- but since there's no pain Zelos doesn't bother recovering. He's about 80% sure Yuan's in that spot right there, thanks to his voice and his footsteps, and without warning Zelos closes in. He lashes out with a fist in place of a blade, then shapes mana into the leftover space so a streak of fire follows. Hell pyre. He isn't expecting it to rocket him back nearly as far as it normally does, but hey, he'll take it. He's cool like that.
He's not sure if he actually hit Yuan, but he's still cool like that.]
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Lightning strikes his hand before he can pull up a solid guardian -- being able to talk would have made that much easier -- but since there's no pain Zelos doesn't bother recovering. He's about 80% sure Yuan's in that spot right there, thanks to his voice and his footsteps, and without warning Zelos closes in. He lashes out with a fist in place of a blade, then shapes mana into the leftover space so a streak of fire follows. Hell pyre. He isn't expecting it to rocket him back nearly as far as it normally does, but hey, he'll take it. He's cool like that.
He's not sure if he actually hit Yuan, but he's still cool like that.]