[They're lasting longer than he expected, on both sides--he'd prepared for the fight to swing one way or the other very quickly. Chara is fast and resilient, and he himself has enough power to take on several nonmagical combatants at once, but the guards have great enough numbers that they're holding their own.
There's too many, actually, to keep track of, and he finds his concentration slipping as he focuses on dispersing and disabling them as much as he can while also trying to keep an eye out for Chara's safety. He gets sloppy, relies on his magic to passively protect himself while he cleans up after their mess.
He doesn't even realize he's made an error until he's already on his knees, the sound of the Savrii's gunfire registering belatedly in his ears. It doesn't hurt, but he can't--he can't get up--and red is already blossoming on his stomach like ink on wet parchment.
All the magic he'd been maintaining--the fire, the barriers on himself and Chara--suddenly dissipates.]
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There's too many, actually, to keep track of, and he finds his concentration slipping as he focuses on dispersing and disabling them as much as he can while also trying to keep an eye out for Chara's safety. He gets sloppy, relies on his magic to passively protect himself while he cleans up after their mess.
He doesn't even realize he's made an error until he's already on his knees, the sound of the Savrii's gunfire registering belatedly in his ears. It doesn't hurt, but he can't--he can't get up--and red is already blossoming on his stomach like ink on wet parchment.
All the magic he'd been maintaining--the fire, the barriers on himself and Chara--suddenly dissipates.]