Damnit. Damnit. DAMNIT! Somehow she'd gotten away from being hit directly as she should have. Damnit! This wasn't good.

She was there... looming over him. He cringed at her touch, glaring up at her as he found he couldn't seem to lift himself to even punch her in the face. Damnit! If only Flonne hadn't gotten lost... he needed her. An espoir. That's all he needed...

He vaguely could make out Ivan yelling. The kid was trying to help...? Everything was dark and blurry... his head felt like it was spinning, and there was nothing he could damn well do about it. Flonne...