As Baron Angus let out a yell of pain, his hold of Evian's neck slackened as he howled at the massive wound across his forearm.
"Ack! *cough* *cough*..."
Once Evian's legs were back in the ground, he remained doubled over, coughing hard while his brain tried to get used to having oxygen again.
"Evian!" Ember called and ran over but she came to a stop when Evian stretched a hand out toward her,
"No, Stop!" he called not just to her but the rest of the Squad, "Run, leave. He's not himself and this level of damage won't be enough to keep him down."
Evian was feeling weak. His numerous wounds and the brief moment when he could not breathe had sapped his stamina more than ever but he had the presence of mind to still raise his head toward his Spear still stuck in the Baron's arm.
