[Damn it. He could hear Jean getting hurt. Rushing in like that to buy him some time... Because he was too weak. Wasn't that it? But he couldn't focus on that. He had to focus on what he could do. And there were torches already made for lighting.
It took just a few strikes to light a flame, and the hall lit up with light around Armin. He doesn't hesitate to grab a second and light it with the existing flame and rush forward, calling out to his friend.]
Jean, pull back! [He'll see why soon enough, as Armin shoves one of the torches at the bandages of a foe, watching the old, dusty cloth burst into flames with ease. The fire spreads all too quickly, as well, and soon enough there isn't so much of a light problem so much as a screaming enemy problem.]
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It took just a few strikes to light a flame, and the hall lit up with light around Armin. He doesn't hesitate to grab a second and light it with the existing flame and rush forward, calling out to his friend.]
Jean, pull back! [He'll see why soon enough, as Armin shoves one of the torches at the bandages of a foe, watching the old, dusty cloth burst into flames with ease. The fire spreads all too quickly, as well, and soon enough there isn't so much of a light problem so much as a screaming enemy problem.]