The end of that mess is a blur of sounds and shapes to Zelos' deteriorating mind. Still, as soon as he hears two screams and the ambient ether drops significantly enough to confirm the two blades' "deaths", with his whole body tingling and his mind swimming, Zelos releases a breath and stumbles backwards after dismissing his sword. Architect, everything hurts. The Aegis barely clings to his conscious through sheer force of will alone, blinking rapidly and trying to find Anna's downed form in the murky waters of his vision and swallowing hard when he finds her.
Sheena calls out at the two of them, but her words are muffled, coming in and out like lapping ocean waters on the shore of his tired, currently one-track mind. He can't quite make out what she said other than a general question on how everyone's doing, and there's a little laugh at that bubbling out of Zelos that can't tell if it's genuinely amused or downright manic. Because, well, he feels like shit, but Anna got stabbed. She's bleeding quite heavily where she sits, too. Like, holy shit; it can't be healthy for a human to lose that much blood.
An idea pops into Zelos' mind and he settles on it without further question. "Well," he gets out while walking forward, coughs, and tries again. Gasps. "There's only one of us that's not standing. So let's... start with that."
When he finally makes his way to Anna, Zelos lets himself plop down onto his knees in front of her, breathing heavily and trying to will down the muscle spasms that come and go all over his body. He focuses on her leg, pulls at the ether in his veins, winces. Yeah, okay. The burning stubbornly remains, particularly surrounding his injuries, but at least it's so constant that it's getting easier to ignore, so. He can probably get away with this.
Alight, then. Focus on the present. Zelos inhales deeply and sets his gaze on the woman before him, then scowls, trying to look as damn serious as he can, both hands held up in front of his face, palms facing Anna. Without further ado he summons a swirling, controlled flame to each palm and tries to replace the previous look with a smile, trying to be as gentle and reassuring as his exhaustion will allow. "Okay," he says, almost apologetic, "show me your wound."
LET'S GET SERIOUS
Sheena calls out at the two of them, but her words are muffled, coming in and out like lapping ocean waters on the shore of his tired, currently one-track mind. He can't quite make out what she said other than a general question on how everyone's doing, and there's a little laugh at that bubbling out of Zelos that can't tell if it's genuinely amused or downright manic. Because, well, he feels like shit, but Anna got stabbed. She's bleeding quite heavily where she sits, too. Like, holy shit; it can't be healthy for a human to lose that much blood.
An idea pops into Zelos' mind and he settles on it without further question. "Well," he gets out while walking forward, coughs, and tries again. Gasps. "There's only one of us that's not standing. So let's... start with that."
When he finally makes his way to Anna, Zelos lets himself plop down onto his knees in front of her, breathing heavily and trying to will down the muscle spasms that come and go all over his body. He focuses on her leg, pulls at the ether in his veins, winces. Yeah, okay. The burning stubbornly remains, particularly surrounding his injuries, but at least it's so constant that it's getting easier to ignore, so. He can probably get away with this.
Alight, then. Focus on the present. Zelos inhales deeply and sets his gaze on the woman before him, then scowls, trying to look as damn serious as he can, both hands held up in front of his face, palms facing Anna. Without further ado he summons a swirling, controlled flame to each palm and tries to replace the previous look with a smile, trying to be as gentle and reassuring as his exhaustion will allow. "Okay," he says, almost apologetic, "show me your wound."