[ There are so many of them. So many, but somehow, between him and Flynn, they're keeping them back. Maybe it's adrenalin, maybe it's the blood in the air, but Yuri feels stronger, too. Strong enough that the wrench sears with flames as he brings it down on one of the zealots before whipping it at another one, taking them down one by one.
Finally, panting and sweating, he stands in the middle of crumpled, robed bodies, looking around for any hint of movement. There is none.
They did it.
He sags a little searching for Flynn to give him a triumphant smile ]
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Finally, panting and sweating, he stands in the middle of crumpled, robed bodies, looking around for any hint of movement. There is none.
They did it.
He sags a little searching for Flynn to give him a triumphant smile ]
Didn't know who they were dealing with.