[ Yuri doesn't like this. He doesn't like any of it, but he does trust Flynn but one of us needs to stay alive grates at him. He doesn't have a chance to argue, though, because Flynn is kissing him and Flynn is making the hard choice, the choice that he shouldn't have to make because that's Yuri's job. Yuri does those things so Flynn can have a better life, not the other way around. ]
Flynn, don't--
[ But he's casting the spell, and Yuri catches on enough to close his eyes, ducking down next to Flynn just as the light bursts out around them, the zealots dropping, some turning and running, but others are still there when the spell dissipates. Yuri grabs onto Flynn, holding him close as his body goes limp, but he knows he has to protect him. Flynn did what he can, and Yuri carefully lowers him to the ground, promising quietly: ]
I'll get us out of this.
[ Before he steps out of their hiding place with his wrench held high and summons up the power in him to swing the wrench ]
Azure!
[ A blast of blue light takes out two of them. He swings the wrench again, hitting another one, then another, but it's taking a lot out of him, too. It's taking a lot out of him, but he's going to fight until he can't anymore so Flynn can get the hell out of here ]
[ Blue light flares behind Flynn's eyelids. That was stupid, probably using all his energy, but they needed time and space and they weren't going to get it unless Flynn did something stupid and drastic—
More blue light, and Yuri's voice, sharp-edged and desperate, the thud of bodies as they hit the ground and the groans of pain as magic connects and shreds. Flynn pushes himself up to his elbow, shaky, depleted far beyond just magic. Casting a spell shouldn't do that to him, but Flynn gets the idea that his magic is tied to something else now, to his blood, and that he's tapped himself out for the time.
It'll come back. It has to, because he can't leave Yuri to fight alone, no matter how much he can handle it. He has a wrench in place of a sword and no armor, no blastia, no allies: even Yuri will get overwhelmed eventually, and Flynn can't let that happen.
He's just reaching up with one arm, pulling his sleeve back to drag his skin over an exposed metal edge, when the air fills with a quiet light.
The zealots hiss, and a few cry out in strange voices with a mix of fear and awe, and Flynn can't even see what they're looking at but if these things are afraid then it can't be anything good— ]
Yuri!
[ It's the only thing he manages to get out before the glowing light takes over his entire vision and there is a tug on his belly, like he's about to be dragged into the flow of those lamps— ]
No!
[ Without Yuri, but there's nothing Flynn can do: his stomach lurches, and he is yanked spinning through space in the span of seconds, thinking helplessly about Estelle for some reason.
He blinks into awareness with cold, half-frozen mud seeping into the thin fabric of his jumpsuit and his fingers jammed between the roots of familiar plants. Dizzy, with his mind full of static and his limbs weak and blood-soaked, Flynn half-stumbles up in their frozen backyard, his head swinging wildly around for Yuri, but—
[ Yuri hears his name, glad that Flynn has come to, and he spares a glance behind him to check on Flynn, only to see him disappear. He sees a flash of blue eyes, an outstretched hand, and then he's gone. Gone.
Flynn is gone. Yuri is alone.
The zealots can't have done that. Can they? He has no idea what they're capable of. He has no idea what they can do, but a yell rumbles through him and he throws himself further into the fight.
He isn't going to make it, probably. He isn't going to make it, but he has to try. He has to try, he has to find Flynn and make sure he's okay because there's no way in hell he's going to let Flynn die again.
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Flynn, don't--
[ But he's casting the spell, and Yuri catches on enough to close his eyes, ducking down next to Flynn just as the light bursts out around them, the zealots dropping, some turning and running, but others are still there when the spell dissipates. Yuri grabs onto Flynn, holding him close as his body goes limp, but he knows he has to protect him. Flynn did what he can, and Yuri carefully lowers him to the ground, promising quietly: ]
I'll get us out of this.
[ Before he steps out of their hiding place with his wrench held high and summons up the power in him to swing the wrench ]
Azure!
[ A blast of blue light takes out two of them. He swings the wrench again, hitting another one, then another, but it's taking a lot out of him, too. It's taking a lot out of him, but he's going to fight until he can't anymore so Flynn can get the hell out of here ]
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More blue light, and Yuri's voice, sharp-edged and desperate, the thud of bodies as they hit the ground and the groans of pain as magic connects and shreds. Flynn pushes himself up to his elbow, shaky, depleted far beyond just magic. Casting a spell shouldn't do that to him, but Flynn gets the idea that his magic is tied to something else now, to his blood, and that he's tapped himself out for the time.
It'll come back. It has to, because he can't leave Yuri to fight alone, no matter how much he can handle it. He has a wrench in place of a sword and no armor, no blastia, no allies: even Yuri will get overwhelmed eventually, and Flynn can't let that happen.
He's just reaching up with one arm, pulling his sleeve back to drag his skin over an exposed metal edge, when the air fills with a quiet light.
The zealots hiss, and a few cry out in strange voices with a mix of fear and awe, and Flynn can't even see what they're looking at but if these things are afraid then it can't be anything good— ]
Yuri!
[ It's the only thing he manages to get out before the glowing light takes over his entire vision and there is a tug on his belly, like he's about to be dragged into the flow of those lamps— ]
No!
[ Without Yuri, but there's nothing Flynn can do: his stomach lurches, and he is yanked spinning through space in the span of seconds, thinking helplessly about Estelle for some reason.
He blinks into awareness with cold, half-frozen mud seeping into the thin fabric of his jumpsuit and his fingers jammed between the roots of familiar plants. Dizzy, with his mind full of static and his limbs weak and blood-soaked, Flynn half-stumbles up in their frozen backyard, his head swinging wildly around for Yuri, but—
He's alone. ]
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Flynn is gone. Yuri is alone.
The zealots can't have done that. Can they? He has no idea what they're capable of. He has no idea what they can do, but a yell rumbles through him and he throws himself further into the fight.
He isn't going to make it, probably. He isn't going to make it, but he has to try. He has to try, he has to find Flynn and make sure he's okay because there's no way in hell he's going to let Flynn die again.
He'll make it out of this, for Flynn. ]