Zelos blinks at the candy thing Sheena offers, partly trying to get his eyes to open and his vision to focus on the damn thing, partly because, holy shit, what the hell is she doing offering candy at a time like this? But then Sheena explains, and at least the 'low on personal mana' thing makes it through the fog in his mind for him to realize exactly what she's doing. He snorts. Okay, then. He can work with this. Slowly, Zelos reaches forward to take whatever it is that Sheena offered and gets to eating, and the refreshing feeling of a sudden clarity of mind and strength in his body hits as soon as he's gotten the whole thing down.
He raises an eyebrow. It tastes like lemon. That's... odd, but it gets the job done, so.
Whatever.
Zelos doesn't feel better, but he does feel a little energized and more aware, so now actually focusing on their surroundings comes easier. The ambient ether levels in the cave are still dangerously high, so the next order of business is to get Anna and Sheena the fuck out of here before either of them succumbs to either ether poisoning or asphyxiation. Besides, he's not sure he actually did a good job on Anna, so it'd be for the best if they can get to either a medic or an actual healing blade to get her checked out.
Okay, alright. Alright, alright, alright. The only way to break through this wall of stone and rubble that separates them from the other half of their group is to do something incredibly fucking stupid and dangerous, so Zelos decides not to say a goddamn thing about the plan that formulates in his mind. "Thanks, hon," Zelos says, pushing himself away from Sheena, then rising to his unsteady feet. He sways, he stops, he huffs. Gathers ether in his hands, feels that slight burn in his injuries again, manages to not focus on that now that he has more awareness to do so. "Anyway," he walks over to the wall, sets a hand on the rubble, "you might wanna carry her a lil' further to the back."
At least he warned her, he thinks as he starts painfully gathering the ambient ether into his core, directing it to pool on the palm he keeps against the rocks. It burns right away. Architect, today's fucking hurt so bad. Zelos grunts, grits his teeth, focuses, breathes. Keep calm, Zelos, keep calm. You only get one shot at this and you better not fuck it up.
With that in mind, with his veins burning from absorbing and gathering an obscene amount of destabilized ether, Zelos pushes it forward to meet the rocks in an explosion of fire and pure energy.
Alright kids we're gettin outta here
He raises an eyebrow. It tastes like lemon. That's... odd, but it gets the job done, so.
Whatever.
Zelos doesn't feel better, but he does feel a little energized and more aware, so now actually focusing on their surroundings comes easier. The ambient ether levels in the cave are still dangerously high, so the next order of business is to get Anna and Sheena the fuck out of here before either of them succumbs to either ether poisoning or asphyxiation. Besides, he's not sure he actually did a good job on Anna, so it'd be for the best if they can get to either a medic or an actual healing blade to get her checked out.
Okay, alright. Alright, alright, alright. The only way to break through this wall of stone and rubble that separates them from the other half of their group is to do something incredibly fucking stupid and dangerous, so Zelos decides not to say a goddamn thing about the plan that formulates in his mind. "Thanks, hon," Zelos says, pushing himself away from Sheena, then rising to his unsteady feet. He sways, he stops, he huffs. Gathers ether in his hands, feels that slight burn in his injuries again, manages to not focus on that now that he has more awareness to do so. "Anyway," he walks over to the wall, sets a hand on the rubble, "you might wanna carry her a lil' further to the back."
At least he warned her, he thinks as he starts painfully gathering the ambient ether into his core, directing it to pool on the palm he keeps against the rocks. It burns right away. Architect, today's fucking hurt so bad. Zelos grunts, grits his teeth, focuses, breathes. Keep calm, Zelos, keep calm. You only get one shot at this and you better not fuck it up.
With that in mind, with his veins burning from absorbing and gathering an obscene amount of destabilized ether, Zelos pushes it forward to meet the rocks in an explosion of fire and pure energy.