[ Dimitri struggles to his feet, leaning on his lance. He's bleeding from a dozen small cuts on his face and the chill in his limbs makes them heavy and clumsy. But he seems determined to continue, his gaze locked on Kaeya, a grim sense of determination in his expression.
And then Tyki collapses.
He should press his advantage now, he thinks - but this newcomer is a wildcard and he's wounded. ]
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And then Tyki collapses.
He should press his advantage now, he thinks - but this newcomer is a wildcard and he's wounded. ]
I doubt it.
[ His tone is a touch acidic. ]
Get out of here, Kaeya. Take your ally with you.