[Even if she were to run, there is nowhere to go. Footsteps behind her signal that the cultist startled by Abraxas has rounded the corner; before her, she watches Yuri continue to punch and kick desperately at their enemies. Spell options flash through her mind - but there is nothing in her arsenal that can stave off enemies on all sides, nothing in her arsenal that can save them.]
I'm still not strong enough...
[She is three years old and she is watching dark mages disassemble her brother, piece by piece. The cultist that Yuri punches with an icy fist rears back; next to him, another cultist makes a jerking hand motion as if crushing something between his two hands, and she knows, instinctively, that if he completes this bit of blood magic there will be a terrible outcome.
Time seems to slow as she watches the zealot leer at Yuri, his hands crushing and grinding and she thinks - she imagines - she is convinced she can see Yuri's head jerking as if a great force bears down upon it and the zealot's hands stained with glittering darkblood are on the verge of coming together -
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I'm still not strong enough...
[She is three years old and she is watching dark mages disassemble her brother, piece by piece. The cultist that Yuri punches with an icy fist rears back; next to him, another cultist makes a jerking hand motion as if crushing something between his two hands, and she knows, instinctively, that if he completes this bit of blood magic there will be a terrible outcome.
Time seems to slow as she watches the zealot leer at Yuri, his hands crushing and grinding and she thinks - she imagines - she is convinced she can see Yuri's head jerking as if a great force bears down upon it and the zealot's hands stained with glittering darkblood are on the verge of coming together -
Lysithea screams.]
Stop!
[And the world stops.]