[The near-hit is enough to wake him up a little bit more, forcing awareness into him even when exhaustion threatens to make him crumble. He swings his sword wider, borrowing more strength from his demon as curse marks creep along the sides of his face. He swipes, taking care of the three he'd been occupied with, and then stabs into the block of ice, watching it shatter.
It's only when they get this brief free moment that he rushes over to Maya, crouching beside her.]
Maya. [Thank goodness she's alive, though he's not sure he could say she's alright.]
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It's only when they get this brief free moment that he rushes over to Maya, crouching beside her.]
Maya. [Thank goodness she's alive, though he's not sure he could say she's alright.]
Let's get you to a raft. Can you stand?