[Yuan did strike at him, after all. He's probably some variety of forsworn now, even if he's too tired to really figure out which one. He squints at the fight. It is mostly in focus, thanks to the clarifying power of pain, but it won't be long before he's fuzzy-headed and collapsing, probably. Which means the fight needs to end soon, and it needs to be Kratos that wins, or Yuan is a dead man.]

[Can he aim finely enough from here to take one and not the other, is the question. Anything powerful enough to overwhelm the armor that blunted the blow from o Duirnín in the first place would also be enough for Kratos, more than likely. Yuan holds the mana where it is, intently watching the patterns of the fight.]

[As a mercy, this does mean the movements of the other prisoners have virtually halted, save for the one who comes to bear Yuan up, cautious of the flashing swords. She tries to draw Yuan backward, but despite his weakness he's having none of it, shaking his head and focusing determinedly despite the wound. She makes an effort to staunch the flow of blood instead, also to little avail.]

[O Duirnín has teeth bared and bloodied sword a flurry of motion. It doesn't seem odd to him, exactly, that he's fighting Kratos. Of course he's fighting the Tethe'allan commander. Ka-Fai is another matter. Only partially expected.]

What've you been offering them, Aurion?