[Holy fuck, okay, shit. Zelos takes a few more moments to calm the hell down, slowly turning around to face Sheena again. He lowers the hand from his mouth and gives her an incredulous yet shit-eating grin, the 'what the fuck was that' question already on his tongue, when he hears shouting. He draws in a sharp breath and freezes, wide violet eyes falling on the door a second too late.
With no more warning the door they came from bursts open with a loud bang. Zelos, startled, feels all of his ether snap in his veins, then start boiling with unrestrained panic when he sees a couple of soldiers rush in and try to surround them, feeling the ether wavelengths from their weapons as clear as day--their blades' weapons, then. Something fiery and something electric. High class. Shit, shit, shit--they're dealing with government drivers. This is bad.
It's like time slows down exactly at that moment, as Zelos' mind quickly analyzes both drivers and their weapons, trying to find weaknesses and opportunity points, calculating, mapping out courses of action, hoping they won't die. A nasty realization comes to mind together with that thought; he has to protect Sheena. At least until they get the hell out of here, because if she dies, they both die, and then Zelos will have to deal with the repercussions of this mess, and who knows what kind of measures Tethe'alla will be willing to take to get rid of Sheena's influence on him--
One of the drivers rushes forward. Hot ether gathers at their sword, and without thinking through his ingrained instincts Zelos rushes forth to meet them halfway, sword coalescing in his hands in a blast of orange light, ether sparks flying about as he successfully blocks a hit definitely meant for Sheena. Smart move; kill the driver, take the blade. He grunts with the effort and the wisps rage in his gut, unused to this, but presses with all his might until he's shoved the attacker out of the way.
He twists to look at Sheena over his shoulder, panicked and breathless, and shouts,] "Sheena! We gotta go!"
GOOD MORNING I HAVE RUINED THIS MOMENT
With no more warning the door they came from bursts open with a loud bang. Zelos, startled, feels all of his ether snap in his veins, then start boiling with unrestrained panic when he sees a couple of soldiers rush in and try to surround them, feeling the ether wavelengths from their weapons as clear as day--their blades' weapons, then. Something fiery and something electric. High class. Shit, shit, shit--they're dealing with government drivers. This is bad.
It's like time slows down exactly at that moment, as Zelos' mind quickly analyzes both drivers and their weapons, trying to find weaknesses and opportunity points, calculating, mapping out courses of action, hoping they won't die. A nasty realization comes to mind together with that thought; he has to protect Sheena. At least until they get the hell out of here, because if she dies, they both die, and then Zelos will have to deal with the repercussions of this mess, and who knows what kind of measures Tethe'alla will be willing to take to get rid of Sheena's influence on him--
One of the drivers rushes forward. Hot ether gathers at their sword, and without thinking through his ingrained instincts Zelos rushes forth to meet them halfway, sword coalescing in his hands in a blast of orange light, ether sparks flying about as he successfully blocks a hit definitely meant for Sheena. Smart move; kill the driver, take the blade. He grunts with the effort and the wisps rage in his gut, unused to this, but presses with all his might until he's shoved the attacker out of the way.
He twists to look at Sheena over his shoulder, panicked and breathless, and shouts,] "Sheena! We gotta go!"