[Well. Not a battle involving weapons, anyway. It's about the only difference that Kratos can see. Kratos eyes Yuan's hands and then sits up to put his shards carefully on the table. He can just manage, putting his weight on his good knee, and using the weight of his bad as a balance. Witness him not collapsing, Yuan.
[Then he puts one hand on his chair, thankful his arms, at least, are still strong -- or are again, after his imprisonment. He pushes himself up on the chair enough to get his good leg under him; and then using the edge of the table to steady himself, he manages to straighten without falling or putting undue weight on his bad leg. He's a bit out of breath, but he can manage; and his arms held him, which is good.
[But his leg trembles with the slightest bit of weight, and it's only when Kratos glances around for his cane that he realises -- it fell to the floor. For a brief moment, all he can do is close his eyes and sigh with exasperated resignation.]
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[Well. Not a battle involving weapons, anyway. It's about the only difference that Kratos can see. Kratos eyes Yuan's hands and then sits up to put his shards carefully on the table. He can just manage, putting his weight on his good knee, and using the weight of his bad as a balance. Witness him not collapsing, Yuan.
[Then he puts one hand on his chair, thankful his arms, at least, are still strong -- or are again, after his imprisonment. He pushes himself up on the chair enough to get his good leg under him; and then using the edge of the table to steady himself, he manages to straighten without falling or putting undue weight on his bad leg. He's a bit out of breath, but he can manage; and his arms held him, which is good.
[But his leg trembles with the slightest bit of weight, and it's only when Kratos glances around for his cane that he realises -- it fell to the floor. For a brief moment, all he can do is close his eyes and sigh with exasperated resignation.]