The battle is beginning to take its toll on him- Yuki is doing his best to help, throwing spears of light, casting his Hallowed Wall where needed- but the exertion is beginning to exhaust him. And through it all, Yuki keeps his attention on Luka, a few feet to his left, and Reiga, a few yards to his right.
The more Yuki exerts himself, the more the frozen chill of the room is felt, seeping through his clothes, into his skin, making his tired limbs sluggish with the frost. One of the Zweilts nearest to him insists that he slow down, warns him against exhausting himself. Yuki is barely listening.
Then, a terror runs through his veins colder than any ice-- everything is slow. So slow, the way they say it happens in books and movies.
Reiga takes a serious hit.
He sees it, the scarlet wound that spills, the color of wine, onto the frozen floor. Yuki is moving purely on instinct, moving closer to Reiga as though he can help- as though he should. But all Yuki can think is 'no, stop, you'll kill him--!' Because he can think of nothing more terrifying.
(Which, isn't that the endgame? The goal to it all? End Reiga and the war is DONE. If Yuki stops them now, what other chance will they have? They'd gained the upper hand against all odds. Yuki would be saving him for nothing but selfish want. Empty desire, and hollow wish. And he could, by extension, be sacrificing the world to do so...let alone, his friends.)
Reiga seems, at least, to recognize the danger he is now in- wounded and running out of Duras to wield. He begins the act of casting, weaving frigid ribbons of magick into life. Yuki knows he means to escape and he is relieved.
But Takashiro clicks his tongue with a quiet 'not this time.'
Takashiro finishes first. Crimson streams of magick, fast moving and indefinitely fatal, and then--
They collide with the Hallowed Wall with a terrible sound (a resounding crack, booming through the room so all heads turn to look. The wall takes the brunt of the impact with that sound, that terrible CRACK.) but exhausted, it does not hold.
He can read the terror spelled out on every face, as the shield cracks and crumbles, shatters to ambient light, the spell pushing into Yuki, sending him straight back into Reiga and, consequently, into Reigas spell.
Yuki feels his consciousness slip, drift in and out of his reaching grip. He tries to cling to it here and there but he cannot. Exhaustion soaks him, weighs him down. Makes his limbs too heavy to move.
"Wake up--" ah, that voice. He knows that voice. "Wake up! He needs you--! This could be our only chance--!"
To save him. To end this war.
Yuki is suddenly aware of the pain consuming his left side, vicious and real-- and then he is awake. Right-- the battle.
He'd taken a blow meant to kill Reiga. Yuki struggles to sit up, his whole body protests with aching pain. Reiga-- where is Reiga--?
Moreover, where is he? There is no sign of the frost-worn room they'd been in. Was this...infernus?
Yuki pushes himself to focus. Reiga is sitting, propped against a nearby rock.
