[In a very unsurprising turn of events, Zelgadis is the one to join her on the stage. He doesn't look around. He only looks at her.
His hand goes to his waist, then feels around his cloak. It seems he's without any weapons. He looks at his bare hands, then lifts his gaze to meet hers, with fear in his eyes. Of course, he'd be strong enough to end this quickly. He knows he is.]
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His hand goes to his waist, then feels around his cloak. It seems he's without any weapons. He looks at his bare hands, then lifts his gaze to meet hers, with fear in his eyes. Of course, he'd be strong enough to end this quickly. He knows he is.]
But...
[He can't do it. Not like this.]