[He wonders what manner of magic it is, dimly, as the sword changes to a scythe. Perhaps it's this notion, fleeting as it is in the moment, that hammers home the fact that he is far, far from the Euchronia that he knows and recalls — but the thought is tossed aside as the crystals suddenly come flying at him.
Again, Louis twists his body to avoid one embedding in his sword arm, but it's about the best he can do in his state. He hasn't even the time to summon up another round of magic before he earns two more in his torso. The pain carves through him and makes him crumple to his knees, face twisted up in pain.]
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Again, Louis twists his body to avoid one embedding in his sword arm, but it's about the best he can do in his state. He hasn't even the time to summon up another round of magic before he earns two more in his torso. The pain carves through him and makes him crumple to his knees, face twisted up in pain.]
Urgh- You-