[It would be nice to say Merlin can pick Zelos out of a crowd because of his hair, but like, half of this field is on fire, so all he can pick out is a best guess and another shouted apology when that door definitely clocks someone in the head. Ooh, he's got to make up for that—
But ah, that yelling sure is Zelos. Merlin can only clutch at the side of the opening he's punched open here, watching Zelos leap up toward him and swearing at the lurch the pod takes when he grabs on.] You're going to get us killed—!
[He doesn't want to explode! Thankfully Zelos has a better idea, and being grabbed and pulled away leaves Merlin with the perfect view of his own pod falling to the ground too fast... ooh yes, that's on fire.
And here he is in the air.] That was much more impressive than what you did with your sword!
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But ah, that yelling sure is Zelos. Merlin can only clutch at the side of the opening he's punched open here, watching Zelos leap up toward him and swearing at the lurch the pod takes when he grabs on.] You're going to get us killed—!
[He doesn't want to explode! Thankfully Zelos has a better idea, and being grabbed and pulled away leaves Merlin with the perfect view of his own pod falling to the ground too fast... ooh yes, that's on fire.
And here he is in the air.] That was much more impressive than what you did with your sword!