[ As soon as he sees that door move, he's on edge, too, falling into a fighting stance in front of Flynn, but--
No one's there. It's an automatic door, opening to a room full of stuff, some of which looks useful. He lets out a breath, glancing back at Flynn only to frown ]
You got--
[ He reaches out to brush whatever it is off of Flynn, but his fingers come away red. He stares at them, then looks up where it dripped from and fear drops like a stone in his gut.
It's blood.
He grabs Flynn's wrist, pulling him into the room. The doors shut behind them. ]
[ That tone is never a good thing, sends a matching fear skittering along under Flynn's skin even as the door slides shut. This room is full of what looks to Flynn's eye like farming equipment: saws, hammers, a whole rack of wrenches. Flynn forgets whatever was on his head for a moment, even if it's dripping down along his neck now.
He lets go of Yuri to cross over to the rack. A saw feels too... Flynn can't fight with that. After a long moment of consideration, he picks up a solid, hefty wrench, and then grabs another to offer it to Yuri. ]
[ Well if Flynn doesn't want to think about it, Yuri doesn't either. He wipes the blood on his shirt, and takes the offered wrench, hefting it in his hand. ]
Alright. So we find our way out, smashing a few heads if we have to.
[ He looks up at Flynn, meeting his eyes for a moment, and he wonders what's going on in his head. He wonders, too, at the fierce protectiveness welling up in him. Yeah, he's always wanted to protect Flynn, as much as Flynn wants to protect him. But if either of them are going to get out of here, it's Flynn. If there's a choice, he's going to choose Flynn. ]
[ Flynn winces at the implication, frowning down at the wrench in his own hand. His fingers are smeared with reddish-black. It really can't be anything but blood, can it?
No wonder it smells like that awful basement haunted by death and monsters. ]
Let's try to avoid any unnecessary death. I don't think this place needs any more blood.
[ He tries to keep his voice steady, but it comes out sharp-edged, tinged with fear and anger. Who would build something like this? What is its purpose, and what would have happened to them if they hadn't gotten free? The metal under Flynn's feet is oddly warm, and he hates that he can feel it, that his feet are bare. It's such a tiny, stupid thing to fixate on but suddenly Flynn can't think about anything else. He misses his armor. His misses his sword and Daisy and Repede. ]
[ Yuri sees him starting to spiral and reaches out, a hand heavy on Flynn's shoulder. ]
Hey. Look at me.
[ He squeezes tight, until Flynn does look at him ]
We're gonna get out of here. With you and me? No one stands a chance. Even, yeah, if we don't kill them. No one said that you had to kill someone when you hit them on the head.
[ It's a joke, sort of. An attempt to pull Flynn out of his head, so they can focus and get this done. ]
[ How does Yuri always know...? Flynn should know better, should be focusing on their situation and not letting himself worry like this. He sets his own jaw, pulling himself back, letting Yuri anchor him in the present.
What would he do without Yuri? ]
Of course. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... We should go. That blood has to be coming from somewhere.
[ Yuri shakes his head with a small smile, letting his hand drop. ]
Nothing to be sorry for. C'mon, let's find out.
[ Not that he really wants to know, but he has to, now. He has to know what's causing this, why they're here, what happened to all the other Sleepers. They can't be the only two here ]
[ There is a lot to be sorry for, Flynn thinks, but Yuri is right: they have to focus on the facts, and the facts are... horrifying and don't fit together.
Flynn checks the hallway one more time before they re-enter, sticking close to Yuri with the wrench held tight in his hands. ]
This doesn't make sense. We're held captive, but without guards, which suggests they don't think there's much of a chance we can escape. Or that it doesn't matter if we do. There's machinery all around us and the tools to maintain it, but there's blood in the air.
[ Flynn keeps his voice down, a low, urgent whisper as they walk. He'd thought laying out the facts as he did for himself after Nordopolica would help, but there's something Flynn's missing, and the knowledge is prickling at him. There's another piece to all this. It has to be a bad one. ]
[ Yuri mutters it, mostly to himself. Somehow, he's following Flynn again. Maybe Flynn just can't help leading, it's just how he is. He decides not to complain this time. If Flynn wants to lead, let him lead. ]
Someone brought us here, so there have to be some people here.
[ And that blood had to belong to someone.
He jerks his head toward the stairs. Even if he's worried about what they'll find, he needs to know who's bleeding out like that ]
[ Flynn had forgotten, somehow, how nice it was to fall into step with Yuri, to be able to bounce things off him, to not be alone in his own head. He'd discussed things with Sodia and Witcher, of course, but there's something about the way Yuri thinks–about his single-minded dedication, his way of simplifying a problem into its constiuent parts—that keeps Flynn from spiralling into what-ifs.
He shoots Yuri a soft, grateful sort of look and heads for the stairs. Something bangs, like conduits do when they're full of air, and Flynn pauses on the first few steps, waiting for it to fade. Only when the sound is gone again does he start to move, slow and cautious, keeping his voice low. ]
Perhaps it's like Heracles, and they're guarding whatever all these tools are for. I just can't see why they'd go through the trouble of locking us up so tightly if they were just...
[ His words desert him as they reach the top. In fact, his breath and his voice catch hard in his throat, combining into a tiny horrified sound, because here on the second floor are—
[ It doesn't take long for Yuri to figure out what's freaking Flynn out. It's pretty obvious: in front of them, limp and bloody, are three people strung up and tied to the wall, their blood pouring slowly into buckets at their feet from cuts in their ankles.
Anger surges through Yuri. Anger, not fear, drives him forward, to check these people over. They look normal, like normal people, but pale and drained and when he looks down into the buckets, he sees that these people have to be Sleepers. Some of the blood is green and sizzling, some is blue and frigid, some sparkles dark ]
Shit. Help me get them down.
[ He doesn't wait, though. At least these people are tied up instead of shackled, and he starts on the knots around their wrists ]
[ Flynn's mind is a static overlay of horror: all he can see is those dripping cuts, their bloody feet, their half-lost expressions, the lines of pain around their eyes as Yuri—
He has to move. Flynn shakes himself out of it and forces motion into his own limbs. ]
Right!
[ He gets to work on the person on the left, dripping sparkling blood that's being collected through a tube rather than a bucket, probably to keep it drifting away. They barely move as Flynn picks at the knots, making a small, helpless sort of sound as he pulls them down as gently as he can. ]
Stay right there.
[ It's for himself more than for them: they couldn't move anyway, a limp pile of limbs. After a moment, Flynn eases the needle out of their skin, letting blood sparkle up and into the air. He doesn't mean to breathe it in, exactly, but there's already more feeling in his limbs, more strength there. For the first time since waking up, he can feel Daisy like a distant pulse, somewhere inside himself.
Flynn sets his jaw and works until they have all three of them down. ]
Yuri. Take care of the bleeding.
[ He's giving orders again but he can't care: he's too focused on calling up every bit of power he can possibly manage, every scrap of mana he barely has. Flynn has never actually cast anything greater than First Aid but he knows the incantation for it, has watched Estelle cast it enough times, he can probably at least manage Nurse. Flynn closes his eyes, pressing his hands together to focus what little energy he can gather as the floor glows around his feet. ]
[ Yuri doesn't complain this time, and after the lets the last person down, he rips strips off his shirt to start bandaging up their cuts. As he works, he glances over at Flynn, opening his mouth to ask what he's doing, but...
He probably shouldn't heal them, not in this state, but Yuri isn't going to stop him. Trying to stop Flynn from helping someone is as hard as trying to stop Estelle.
Instead, he waits until the spell is cast, makes sure the Sleepers are situated. They aren't awake, but they seem better, like they just need to heal. ]
[ Light flares around all of them at once, and Flynn sort of staggers at the amount of energy he just used, gritting his teeth at the cold sapping strength from his limbs. That was probably a bad idea. It doesn't matter. ]
We could... take them to the room we were in. With the tools.
I don't know if that's safer. We have to get them out of here, we should--
[ He's moving to heft one of the Sleepers up when he hears the unmistakeable sound of footsteps coming toward them and he looks up sharply, holding up the wrench.
Two people round the corner. They're dressed in flowing robes, faces hidden under hoods and they certainly don't look like they've been tortured. As soon as they catch sight of Yuri and Flynn, they start moving faster, raising their hands to start doing-- something. ]
Shit.
[ Yuri doesn't want to give them the chance to cast any sort of spells, so he lets out a yell and surges forward, intent to whack them with the wrench ]
He knew they were going to run into something, and here Yuri is, charging recklessly in without a plan like he always does, opening himself up to all kinds of attack.
At least Flynn knows how to fight with him like this. Even if his limbs are still weak from the spell, he can push through that like he always does and play backup for Yuri, falling back on his training to keep anything truly terrible from happening. Let Yuri charge in: Flynn will be there with his spells and his wrench to heal him until those robed figures are down. The other option is letting them through to the wounded Sleepers, and that isn't an option at all. ]
Yuri! Left!
[ He calls out as one of the hooded figures with a blade made entirely of bluish crystal darts behind Yuri mid-attack to swipe at him. Flynn is closer, so he shoves himself between the sword and Yuri, ignoring the way it bites into his skin as he shoves the handle of the wrench against the blade. ]
[ Yuri shoves the other guy back with a foot, and whips around to smack the one attacking Flynn on the head with the butt of his wrench. At least that works, and he collapses to the ground, but it leaves Yuri vulnerable again, and the robed guy he kicked is back up and grabbing at him with thin, emaciated fingers that wrap around his throat ]
Sleeper blood. [ The guy, thing, says in a raspy voice and Yuri tries to elbow it off of him, but it doesn't work and he's being strangled tight, staring at Flynn and trying to do something, anything, to get this guy off of him ]
It's behind Yuri, using him almost as a shield while it chokes the life out of him, a feeling Flynn knows entirely too well. With all his focus narrowing down, Flynn feints to the right, letting his own blood spray the floor and Yuri all at once. It's enough of a distraction that he can charge forward, swinging his wrench with all the strength and practice and technique that has gone into his sword over the years straight into that thing's throat. ]
[ He connects, and the zealot slumps back, his hands limp on Yuri. Yuri drops down to his knees, gasping for breath. The wrench clatters to the floor, but it doesn't end there.
There's the sound of more footsteps, and Yuri can't take the time to recover. He surges to his feet, grabbing for Flynn's hand and pulling him in the opposite direction. It means they have to leave the other Sleepers there, but there's no way in hell he's letting those guys get to Flynn. ]
[ It's against everything in Flynn to retreat, and he nearly protests, twisting back to look at the limp limbs of the Sleepers they just rescued.
They're barely visible already, swamped by pursuing figures in robes, at least seven at Flynn's rough count.
He has had worse odds, but at least in Hypionia he had a sword and his armor, a few other knights. Now it's just him and Yuri, and they've faced incredible challenges before but not like this, and so Flynn lets himself be pulled, cursing quietly under his breath as he and Yuri skid around a corner and come face-to-face with more Sleepers strung up, these ones—
these ones gone.
Flynn makes a rough sound in his throat like he's been punched. ]
We can't just keep running! We don't even know where we're going!
[ But the footsteps are already getting louder. They have to keep moving. They can't shut this place down if they're dead. ]
You're the one-- who always talks about having a plan.
[ Yuri's voice is hoarse and his breath is coming hard and raspy and he can't let himself look at those Sleepers for very long because they can't stop. They're going to become like them if they don't do something, and he sure has hell isn't going to let Flynn die again, especially not like that. They can find a way out, regroup, and find a way to rescue them. They have to try.
He takes a hard left and finds himself running toward a larger room, with doors and an alter in the middle and he doesn't want to know what that means, except that when they reach it, he looks around at the doors, trying to parse out which way to go.
But he doesn't have long to think, because one opens and more of those robed guys step out, and their conversation stops when they see Yuri and Flynn. ]
[ Flynn draws himself up and passes his wrench over to Yuri. He'll make better use of it. Flynn, at least, can cast more artes, although it'll be much harder without a focus or his blastia. Their captors are approaching, already spreading out into something like a practiced attack formation. ]
Watch your back. They're fast. We can't show any weakness.
[ The ground beneath Flynn's feet, familiarly, lights up as he presses his hands together. ]
[ Fighting together, at least, is familiar. They know how to do it, they're good at it. There's no one Yuri would rather had at his back than Flynn, even when the odds are terrible, like they are now.
He takes a breath, and when one of the zealots runs at him, he's able to whack them away with the wrench, before diving into the fray, taking on two of them at once. Others stay further back, seemingly casting spells like Flynn is. Yuri would want to take them out, first, but he can't, not like this. He's stuck handling the ones in front of him, hoping for some sort of luck to help them out of this ]
[ Flynn has to watch his energy, and that's very difficult in here. He seems to have more power, more endurance, in Trench than he would at home—light sears through the group of their attackers for a moment, following Flynn's shout, knocking away one that was trying to get a dagger into Yuri's side—but it's still exhausting, and he isn't Rita. Flynn is good at magic, but not that good.
Still. He pushes through, grits his teeth against his own exhaustion and bites down on his tongue to let warm blood flow, hating the way it energizes him. It's worth it, though, to keep Yuri safe, to cast as many spells as he has to. He aims the next one, a searing lance of light, at the caster in the back trying to slam fire into Yuri, and the one after that at a half-robed figure coated in blood who keeps popping out of nowhere, forcing Yuri to dodge. ]
[ 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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No one's there. It's an automatic door, opening to a room full of stuff, some of which looks useful. He lets out a breath, glancing back at Flynn only to frown ]
You got--
[ He reaches out to brush whatever it is off of Flynn, but his fingers come away red. He stares at them, then looks up where it dripped from and fear drops like a stone in his gut.
It's blood.
He grabs Flynn's wrist, pulling him into the room. The doors shut behind them. ]
Shit. What kind of messed up place is this!?
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[ That tone is never a good thing, sends a matching fear skittering along under Flynn's skin even as the door slides shut. This room is full of what looks to Flynn's eye like farming equipment: saws, hammers, a whole rack of wrenches. Flynn forgets whatever was on his head for a moment, even if it's dripping down along his neck now.
He lets go of Yuri to cross over to the rack. A saw feels too... Flynn can't fight with that. After a long moment of consideration, he picks up a solid, hefty wrench, and then grabs another to offer it to Yuri. ]
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Alright. So we find our way out, smashing a few heads if we have to.
[ He looks up at Flynn, meeting his eyes for a moment, and he wonders what's going on in his head. He wonders, too, at the fierce protectiveness welling up in him. Yeah, he's always wanted to protect Flynn, as much as Flynn wants to protect him. But if either of them are going to get out of here, it's Flynn. If there's a choice, he's going to choose Flynn. ]
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No wonder it smells like that awful basement haunted by death and monsters. ]
Let's try to avoid any unnecessary death. I don't think this place needs any more blood.
[ He tries to keep his voice steady, but it comes out sharp-edged, tinged with fear and anger. Who would build something like this? What is its purpose, and what would have happened to them if they hadn't gotten free? The metal under Flynn's feet is oddly warm, and he hates that he can feel it, that his feet are bare. It's such a tiny, stupid thing to fixate on but suddenly Flynn can't think about anything else. He misses his armor. His misses his sword and Daisy and Repede. ]
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Hey. Look at me.
[ He squeezes tight, until Flynn does look at him ]
We're gonna get out of here. With you and me? No one stands a chance. Even, yeah, if we don't kill them. No one said that you had to kill someone when you hit them on the head.
[ It's a joke, sort of. An attempt to pull Flynn out of his head, so they can focus and get this done. ]
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What would he do without Yuri? ]
Of course. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... We should go. That blood has to be coming from somewhere.
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Nothing to be sorry for. C'mon, let's find out.
[ Not that he really wants to know, but he has to, now. He has to know what's causing this, why they're here, what happened to all the other Sleepers. They can't be the only two here ]
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[ There is a lot to be sorry for, Flynn thinks, but Yuri is right: they have to focus on the facts, and the facts are... horrifying and don't fit together.
Flynn checks the hallway one more time before they re-enter, sticking close to Yuri with the wrench held tight in his hands. ]
This doesn't make sense. We're held captive, but without guards, which suggests they don't think there's much of a chance we can escape. Or that it doesn't matter if we do. There's machinery all around us and the tools to maintain it, but there's blood in the air.
[ Flynn keeps his voice down, a low, urgent whisper as they walk. He'd thought laying out the facts as he did for himself after Nordopolica would help, but there's something Flynn's missing, and the knowledge is prickling at him. There's another piece to all this. It has to be a bad one. ]
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[ Yuri mutters it, mostly to himself. Somehow, he's following Flynn again. Maybe Flynn just can't help leading, it's just how he is. He decides not to complain this time. If Flynn wants to lead, let him lead. ]
Someone brought us here, so there have to be some people here.
[ And that blood had to belong to someone.
He jerks his head toward the stairs. Even if he's worried about what they'll find, he needs to know who's bleeding out like that ]
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He shoots Yuri a soft, grateful sort of look and heads for the stairs. Something bangs, like conduits do when they're full of air, and Flynn pauses on the first few steps, waiting for it to fade. Only when the sound is gone again does he start to move, slow and cautious, keeping his voice low. ]
Perhaps it's like Heracles, and they're guarding whatever all these tools are for. I just can't see why they'd go through the trouble of locking us up so tightly if they were just...
[ His words desert him as they reach the top. In fact, his breath and his voice catch hard in his throat, combining into a tiny horrified sound, because here on the second floor are—
Are— ]
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Anger surges through Yuri. Anger, not fear, drives him forward, to check these people over. They look normal, like normal people, but pale and drained and when he looks down into the buckets, he sees that these people have to be Sleepers. Some of the blood is green and sizzling, some is blue and frigid, some sparkles dark ]
Shit. Help me get them down.
[ He doesn't wait, though. At least these people are tied up instead of shackled, and he starts on the knots around their wrists ]
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He has to move. Flynn shakes himself out of it and forces motion into his own limbs. ]
Right!
[ He gets to work on the person on the left, dripping sparkling blood that's being collected through a tube rather than a bucket, probably to keep it drifting away. They barely move as Flynn picks at the knots, making a small, helpless sort of sound as he pulls them down as gently as he can. ]
Stay right there.
[ It's for himself more than for them: they couldn't move anyway, a limp pile of limbs. After a moment, Flynn eases the needle out of their skin, letting blood sparkle up and into the air. He doesn't mean to breathe it in, exactly, but there's already more feeling in his limbs, more strength there. For the first time since waking up, he can feel Daisy like a distant pulse, somewhere inside himself.
Flynn sets his jaw and works until they have all three of them down. ]
Yuri. Take care of the bleeding.
[ He's giving orders again but he can't care: he's too focused on calling up every bit of power he can possibly manage, every scrap of mana he barely has. Flynn has never actually cast anything greater than First Aid but he knows the incantation for it, has watched Estelle cast it enough times, he can probably at least manage Nurse. Flynn closes his eyes, pressing his hands together to focus what little energy he can gather as the floor glows around his feet. ]
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He probably shouldn't heal them, not in this state, but Yuri isn't going to stop him. Trying to stop Flynn from helping someone is as hard as trying to stop Estelle.
Instead, he waits until the spell is cast, makes sure the Sleepers are situated. They aren't awake, but they seem better, like they just need to heal. ]
I don't want to just leave them here.
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We could... take them to the room we were in. With the tools.
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[ He's moving to heft one of the Sleepers up when he hears the unmistakeable sound of footsteps coming toward them and he looks up sharply, holding up the wrench.
Two people round the corner. They're dressed in flowing robes, faces hidden under hoods and they certainly don't look like they've been tortured. As soon as they catch sight of Yuri and Flynn, they start moving faster, raising their hands to start doing-- something. ]
Shit.
[ Yuri doesn't want to give them the chance to cast any sort of spells, so he lets out a yell and surges forward, intent to whack them with the wrench ]
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He knew they were going to run into something, and here Yuri is, charging recklessly in without a plan like he always does, opening himself up to all kinds of attack.
At least Flynn knows how to fight with him like this. Even if his limbs are still weak from the spell, he can push through that like he always does and play backup for Yuri, falling back on his training to keep anything truly terrible from happening. Let Yuri charge in: Flynn will be there with his spells and his wrench to heal him until those robed figures are down. The other option is letting them through to the wounded Sleepers, and that isn't an option at all. ]
Yuri! Left!
[ He calls out as one of the hooded figures with a blade made entirely of bluish crystal darts behind Yuri mid-attack to swipe at him. Flynn is closer, so he shoves himself between the sword and Yuri, ignoring the way it bites into his skin as he shoves the handle of the wrench against the blade. ]
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[ Yuri shoves the other guy back with a foot, and whips around to smack the one attacking Flynn on the head with the butt of his wrench. At least that works, and he collapses to the ground, but it leaves Yuri vulnerable again, and the robed guy he kicked is back up and grabbing at him with thin, emaciated fingers that wrap around his throat ]
Sleeper blood. [ The guy, thing, says in a raspy voice and Yuri tries to elbow it off of him, but it doesn't work and he's being strangled tight, staring at Flynn and trying to do something, anything, to get this guy off of him ]
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[ Anger lights Flynn's blood like hot coals.
It's behind Yuri, using him almost as a shield while it chokes the life out of him, a feeling Flynn knows entirely too well. With all his focus narrowing down, Flynn feints to the right, letting his own blood spray the floor and Yuri all at once. It's enough of a distraction that he can charge forward, swinging his wrench with all the strength and practice and technique that has gone into his sword over the years straight into that thing's throat. ]
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There's the sound of more footsteps, and Yuri can't take the time to recover. He surges to his feet, grabbing for Flynn's hand and pulling him in the opposite direction. It means they have to leave the other Sleepers there, but there's no way in hell he's letting those guys get to Flynn. ]
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They're barely visible already, swamped by pursuing figures in robes, at least seven at Flynn's rough count.
He has had worse odds, but at least in Hypionia he had a sword and his armor, a few other knights. Now it's just him and Yuri, and they've faced incredible challenges before but not like this, and so Flynn lets himself be pulled, cursing quietly under his breath as he and Yuri skid around a corner and come face-to-face with more Sleepers strung up, these ones—
these ones gone.
Flynn makes a rough sound in his throat like he's been punched. ]
We can't just keep running! We don't even know where we're going!
[ But the footsteps are already getting louder. They have to keep moving. They can't shut this place down if they're dead. ]
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[ Yuri's voice is hoarse and his breath is coming hard and raspy and he can't let himself look at those Sleepers for very long because they can't stop. They're going to become like them if they don't do something, and he sure has hell isn't going to let Flynn die again, especially not like that. They can find a way out, regroup, and find a way to rescue them. They have to try.
He takes a hard left and finds himself running toward a larger room, with doors and an alter in the middle and he doesn't want to know what that means, except that when they reach it, he looks around at the doors, trying to parse out which way to go.
But he doesn't have long to think, because one opens and more of those robed guys step out, and their conversation stops when they see Yuri and Flynn. ]
Alright. Fine. So we take them.
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[ Flynn draws himself up and passes his wrench over to Yuri. He'll make better use of it. Flynn, at least, can cast more artes, although it'll be much harder without a focus or his blastia. Their captors are approaching, already spreading out into something like a practiced attack formation. ]
Watch your back. They're fast. We can't show any weakness.
[ The ground beneath Flynn's feet, familiarly, lights up as he presses his hands together. ]
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[ Fighting together, at least, is familiar. They know how to do it, they're good at it. There's no one Yuri would rather had at his back than Flynn, even when the odds are terrible, like they are now.
He takes a breath, and when one of the zealots runs at him, he's able to whack them away with the wrench, before diving into the fray, taking on two of them at once. Others stay further back, seemingly casting spells like Flynn is. Yuri would want to take them out, first, but he can't, not like this. He's stuck handling the ones in front of him, hoping for some sort of luck to help them out of this ]
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Still. He pushes through, grits his teeth against his own exhaustion and bites down on his tongue to let warm blood flow, hating the way it energizes him. It's worth it, though, to keep Yuri safe, to cast as many spells as he has to. He aims the next one, a searing lance of light, at the caster in the back trying to slam fire into Yuri, and the one after that at a half-robed figure coated in blood who keeps popping out of nowhere, forcing Yuri to dodge. ]
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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.
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