[As the smoke clears, Guren becomes visible, leaning against a tree from where he'd moved back and out of the way. The explosion injuries are nothing, for someone like him— he looks roughed up, and there's a cut across his forehead where a rock must have hit, but it's already healing, the blood having barely dripped down from it.
The explosion had been one thing, but that third fairy from before had finished its own spell in the middle of it, and it's hitting Guren now. Whatever it is has him looking like he's struggling. There are curse marks crawling up his skin from his neck to his jaw, and the yell he just pointed at Damian is serious.
His fingers curl into his hair as he hunches slightly against this tree. Damian might be able to pick up on a faint light surrounding Guren, red in color. The result of the berserk spell.
"Power... more power. You want it, don't you? Guren."
It's bad enough being low on his drug, but this spell is probably the worst one that could hit him. The fairies haven't stopped, either, their giggling echoing through the trees as they shoot more spells at the two of them. Guren grips onto his sword tighter than before, and the way he pushes away from the tree and raises the blade to block a lightning strike just as it comes down is over the top, even for the power standards in his world.]
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[As the smoke clears, Guren becomes visible, leaning against a tree from where he'd moved back and out of the way. The explosion injuries are nothing, for someone like him— he looks roughed up, and there's a cut across his forehead where a rock must have hit, but it's already healing, the blood having barely dripped down from it.
The explosion had been one thing, but that third fairy from before had finished its own spell in the middle of it, and it's hitting Guren now. Whatever it is has him looking like he's struggling. There are curse marks crawling up his skin from his neck to his jaw, and the yell he just pointed at Damian is serious.
His fingers curl into his hair as he hunches slightly against this tree. Damian might be able to pick up on a faint light surrounding Guren, red in color. The result of the berserk spell.
"Power... more power. You want it, don't you? Guren."
It's bad enough being low on his drug, but this spell is probably the worst one that could hit him. The fairies haven't stopped, either, their giggling echoing through the trees as they shoot more spells at the two of them. Guren grips onto his sword tighter than before, and the way he pushes away from the tree and raises the blade to block a lightning strike just as it comes down is over the top, even for the power standards in his world.]