Zelas bathed in their fear and anger for a few momerts then gave them a glare before vanishing.
"I'll be back to finish this when I can be bothered." She sneered fading away.
Filia climbed to her feet uneasily. That hadn't been an attack to pass off lightly.
Her concerns turned to her human companion who was cowering under the remains of a table.
"Come on." she told him, hauling the table top away. "Now would be a really really good time to get some help."
"Agreed." He mumbled faintly through heavy breathing, holding tightly on to Filia's arm.

"Looks like she got you pretty bad." She said, supporting, well actually, practically carrying xelloss.

"Also.... agreed...." he gasped in return, stopping then to cough. Pulling his hands away from his mouth he saw they were covered in blood.

"Don't panic!" Filia exclaimed watching his eyes widen at the sight. He began to quiver but coughed somemore. "Keep going."

Xelloss stayed glued to the spot staring at the blood as he coughed up more and fell to his knees, gripping his stomach, what was left of it, with one arm and chest with the other.

Filia gulped and flooded over with despair as she saw the extent of his injuries and knew deep down that they were too bad for a recovery.

"Changed my mind. Lets stay here." She said softly, coming down to ground level.

"Can...it..."

"shh..." She whispered. "Stay here, travelling will make it worse. I'll get help."

"o..okay..." he replied.
As Filia ran off Xelloss began to feel floaty and almost to tired to keep his eyes open, although he tried.

'hang in there' Filia thought as she ran as fast as possible.