Like a cloth wiping away the dirt and the tarnish, the magic lifted from his body. He stumbled forward, as if he’d been shackled for eons, and Rosa cried out, and he caught himself on his knees.
It was his idea, after all. A man does not get appointed Lord Commander of the Baronian Red Wings without becoming well versed in military strategy. Working with mages had brought so many new theories and ideas to the table. The Berserk spell meant he hit fast, he hit hard, and he wouldn’t stop until the enemy was defeated... or dead. With that, came the anger -- an anger that did not belong to him, but an anger that exhausted him all the same.
Kain and Edge were at his sides in no time, their whispers harsh as their concerns and commands at each other filled Cecil’s ears. Muffled, as if the world around him was under Silence. He heard Rydia, and then Kain again, and felt his two comrades begin to move. Each had taken him by the arm, and Cecil had enough sense to walk with them into the safe area his team found.
Once he had been let down, his eyes shut on their own. He heard nothing, and saw nothing.