"Shit!" And now, a blinding flash of light pierced the veil of chaos, and silenced the battlefield, if only for a moment. While his right eye shut on instinct, the left remained operative, by virtue of being what it was.
Noticing that Slevin had not fared as well, Raze placed a hand on his shoulder, in an effort to steady him in his blindness. "It'll probably pass." His gaze shifting to the poor girl fleeing the shop, he was left to wonder whether or not he should try and help her. Immediately, certain memories of a certain person he had tried to help surfaced, but realizing that he could not let one event turn him into a bastard, he thought he would at least ask her if she needed, or even wanted, any help.















