[Injured pride heals faster than the dead-squid-alive cycle, so they can risk it. Kaeya, for once, is all business, quiet and careful as he moves. Quips can wait for when they aren't deep in enemy territory, weakened and barely armed.

He hears the sounds of voice and movement ahead, and he catches Yuri's gaze and nods. He hears it. And he's ready.

He ducks out from where he's helping steady Yuri and tests the magic in his blood. It stirs faintly, but nothing comes. Fuck. Still recovering from his own second blood-letting. Fine. They do this the old fashioned way.]

These people are like us. [He murmurs, lowly, voice hushed and urgent.] Sleepers. Their blood magic is strong, and ours is currently fucked. So we're going to need to strike fast.

[If they can take out one completely and incapacitate another maybe they can get themselves a guide out of this place. Kaeya readjusts his grip on his wrench and inclines his head. The voices and footsteps are coming closer, and it is go time. Kaeya throws himself around the corner, swinging, unleashing a barrage of quick, repeated blows on the closest zealot, hopefully before the second has too long to react.]