[ 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. ]
[This was her fault. She had insisted that they free these people, thinking that her powers had bought them enough time. How foolish - to squander the second chance they had been given when they had already been in this position once before.
But still...
If there is any hope of helping these people... It might have been hubris to think that she could do so, but she cannot bring herself to feel regret. At least... if they are going to be captured - killed - drained of blood it will be because she tried to help and not because she got lost in a stupid maze.
Not much consolation.
Lysithea cannot cast enough spells to stave them off. She can concuss one with Abraxas, prevent too many from surging through the door with Dark Spikes, but she is one spellcaster and they are many. Flames erupt around her and interrupt her spellcasting, and she is forced backwards as her clothing burns. The flames follow.]
Goddess!
[She is backed against the two unconscious victims she had saved now, and she stumbles over one of their sprawled limbs, sliding to the floor. Something unseen presses against her chest -- her breath is forced out of her lungs as she finds herself incapable of screaming, even pleading.
Lysithea claws at her throat, and as she does so, something beneath her faintly stirs.
A hand moves.
They are alive.]
They can still be saved... Goddess, help us... Help us!
[And even as she slowly chokes, in the next moment, she thinks she sees something impossible -- the face of the Goddess over her... She blinks, and she sees nothing more.
Behind Yuri, there is a sound of rustling cloth as one after another, Lysithea and each of the freed victims in turn vanishes from the room.]
[ 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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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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[This was her fault. She had insisted that they free these people, thinking that her powers had bought them enough time. How foolish - to squander the second chance they had been given when they had already been in this position once before.
But still...
If there is any hope of helping these people... It might have been hubris to think that she could do so, but she cannot bring herself to feel regret. At least... if they are going to be captured - killed - drained of blood it will be because she tried to help and not because she got lost in a stupid maze.
Not much consolation.
Lysithea cannot cast enough spells to stave them off. She can concuss one with Abraxas, prevent too many from surging through the door with Dark Spikes, but she is one spellcaster and they are many. Flames erupt around her and interrupt her spellcasting, and she is forced backwards as her clothing burns. The flames follow.]
Goddess!
[She is backed against the two unconscious victims she had saved now, and she stumbles over one of their sprawled limbs, sliding to the floor. Something unseen presses against her chest -- her breath is forced out of her lungs as she finds herself incapable of screaming, even pleading.
Lysithea claws at her throat, and as she does so, something beneath her faintly stirs.
A hand moves.
They are alive.]
They can still be saved... Goddess, help us... Help us!
[And even as she slowly chokes, in the next moment, she thinks she sees something impossible -- the face of the Goddess over her... She blinks, and she sees nothing more.
Behind Yuri, there is a sound of rustling cloth as one after another, Lysithea and each of the freed victims in turn vanishes from the room.]
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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. ]