Septine fired before Yan could answer. A blue, almost white beam like a strand of starlight pierced the air.
If it hadn't been for Lahso cutting it in half, deflecting both halves to the side into the ground, Yan didn't think he would have survived. But no thoughts of his own weakness surfaced in his mind.
Yan no longer cared that he was too weak to defend himself. That was why he had his friends and companions, after all. Instead of caring about that, he focused on Lahso and Septine.
"Lahso," He said, extending his powers to his trustworthy knight.
"That face looks unchable, right?"
"Very."
"You know what to do then."
Lahso answered by taking action. He took one step forward before disappearing from the spot.
Lahso wasn't a troublemaker. He wasn't someone who made it difficult for his superiors or comrades. But he was a talented and very capable knight.
