[ She's trying to do something, something that doesn't seem to be working, but, hell, at least she's doing it. Yuri only has his fists, and he can't feel much mana in the air here, but he steps forward, watching the zealots, his eyes flicking between them.
Drive them out. Yeah. He can do that.
He waits just a moment, trying to fake them out, then leaps forward to throw a kick at one of them, then a punch at another. He feels-- something. Strong. Fierce. Like the blood in the air is making him more powerful, like it's offering him something he needs to make it out of this, something he needs to survive.
He does his best to push them back, to take them on, but there are more zealots than there are of Yuri and Lysithea, and they don't seem too worried about his attempts to fight them with his hands and feet. One draws up magic around herself, distorting the air around Yuri and grasping his wrist with an unseen. He lets out a yell, trying to pull himself away, but it's like his arm is trapped in iron ]
I can't-- Get out of here! Get out!
[ He yells it to Lysithea, hoping she can find some way. He can't protect her, even as he tries, even as fire surged up his arm, trying to burn away whatever it is, but he can't. Flames and ice and flickers of electricity spark out of his body as he struggles against the bond, the zealots closing in on him. ]
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Drive them out. Yeah. He can do that.
He waits just a moment, trying to fake them out, then leaps forward to throw a kick at one of them, then a punch at another. He feels-- something. Strong. Fierce. Like the blood in the air is making him more powerful, like it's offering him something he needs to make it out of this, something he needs to survive.
He does his best to push them back, to take them on, but there are more zealots than there are of Yuri and Lysithea, and they don't seem too worried about his attempts to fight them with his hands and feet. One draws up magic around herself, distorting the air around Yuri and grasping his wrist with an unseen. He lets out a yell, trying to pull himself away, but it's like his arm is trapped in iron ]
I can't-- Get out of here! Get out!
[ He yells it to Lysithea, hoping she can find some way. He can't protect her, even as he tries, even as fire surged up his arm, trying to burn away whatever it is, but he can't. Flames and ice and flickers of electricity spark out of his body as he struggles against the bond, the zealots closing in on him. ]