[ Bare moments after Flynn is swept away, and Yuri is left in this stark, awful place, two of those strange people in culty robes come upon him. He has some of his power back, but no sword, no axe, no nothing. He feels naked without it, without armor or the leather glove he wears around his hand.
He looks at them, coming too close for comfort, throws a punch at one of them, a kick at the other, then books it. The kick, at least, connects, and the guy tries to grab Yuri's leg, but he shakes his off as he runs down the hall.
He has no plan, no plan at all except to get away from these guys for long enough to make a plan. Except, he's tired and fear is curling in his gut and Flynn is gone and he's alone, and those culty guys are running after him.
Sure would be nice if someone came upon him at this very moment to help. ]
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He looks at them, coming too close for comfort, throws a punch at one of them, a kick at the other, then books it. The kick, at least, connects, and the guy tries to grab Yuri's leg, but he shakes his off as he runs down the hall.
He has no plan, no plan at all except to get away from these guys for long enough to make a plan. Except, he's tired and fear is curling in his gut and Flynn is gone and he's alone, and those culty guys are running after him.
Sure would be nice if someone came upon him at this very moment to help. ]