Zelos feels the ether disturbance in the air right before Kratos even appears in front of him, the change alerting him, yet not preparing him for the blast of pure light ether Kratos sends his way next. All Zelos has the time for is a yelp and a raise of his hands, messy and crackling flames dancing on his arms as his sword coalesces in his hands.

He manages to parry the ether blast, hold it against his blade, and then swing it over to the left, releasing all that light off somewhere else away from them both. Growling and with his stance lowered and locked into something more ready for a fight, Zelos then turns his attention back to Kratos, glaring as he passes his sword to his right hand to release his left.

This is ridiculous. "What the fuck are you doing!?" he shouts, gesturing with his free hand. "You're gonna freak everyone back at camp out!"