[ This fight doesn't feel like the others. He's fought the zealots more than once, now, with Flynn, then Lysithea, but it always felt like they stood a chance. They could get out of this. This time? He doesn't feel that same hope. He's not afraid, exactly, but there's a realism that sets in on him that he's not going to make it out of this. He can just do everything he can to help Lysithea get out of here.
He struggles and fights as well as he can with one arm pinned, letting out a yell as he hurls a fistful of flames at a zealot, catching her in the face. He kicks another until he's grabbed, pulled back by them, his eyes searching desperately for her. She has to be okay. He can't let another person die because he couldn't do anything about it.
But there she is, hurting, dying, and he can't help her. He lets out an anguished cry, desperate to do something, anything, flames building on his skin, burning away his clothes, burning the zealot holding him, and he surges forward out of her grip, stumbling toward Lysithea--
As she's pulled away. Her, and all of the Sleepers they'd freed, gone in a soft light, like Flynn had been taken.
Gone. Leaving Yuri there. He stumbles, and drops to his knees, because she's okay, the rest of them are okay. He only gives himself a moment to be grateful that they're (hopefully, hopefully they are, they weren't taken somewhere else, somewhere worse) safe, before he whips around to face the zealots again. If he's going to go down, he's going to go down fighting. ]
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He struggles and fights as well as he can with one arm pinned, letting out a yell as he hurls a fistful of flames at a zealot, catching her in the face. He kicks another until he's grabbed, pulled back by them, his eyes searching desperately for her. She has to be okay. He can't let another person die because he couldn't do anything about it.
But there she is, hurting, dying, and he can't help her. He lets out an anguished cry, desperate to do something, anything, flames building on his skin, burning away his clothes, burning the zealot holding him, and he surges forward out of her grip, stumbling toward Lysithea--
As she's pulled away. Her, and all of the Sleepers they'd freed, gone in a soft light, like Flynn had been taken.
Gone. Leaving Yuri there. He stumbles, and drops to his knees, because she's okay, the rest of them are okay. He only gives himself a moment to be grateful that they're (hopefully, hopefully they are, they weren't taken somewhere else, somewhere worse) safe, before he whips around to face the zealots again. If he's going to go down, he's going to go down fighting. ]