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The familar Berserker scream made Nagi breath a sigh of relief. Two shrubs came out of the ground and he threw each one against any nearby guards he could find, sending them spiraling towards Farfarello's knives.

That's when he started seeing double, like back at the temple. Nagi dropped to a knee, the shrubs falling out of the air. He was nearing his limit; he'd expended too much energy drawing on the very depths of his Talent in too short a period of time. He'd closed his eyes again, trying to get his bearings back, but realized when he'd opened them that more guards were coming - one much farther ahead of the pack, spear raised high.

Nagi saw it coming just in time to hold the man at bay; he actually relished the look on the man's face as the guard strained to pierce the mere boy that had dared attack their castle.

"Who- what are you people?!" The man demanded.

How ironic, Nagi chuckled to himself and thus responded with the most ironic answer he could come up with. "Schwarz."

"Now..." Nagi's eyes lit up again. "Away." He sent a rippling shock of energy coursing through the ground, enough to throw the handful of guards closing in on him backwards and towards Farfarello. It even managed to disorient some of the guards farther away, making them try to catch their balance.

Back on his feet, Nagi resigned himself to that being the most effective use of his powers right now - short bursts to keep the guards away from the entrance and literally shaken to their bones. He only hoped that whatever Crawford and Cross planned on doing succeeded soon; the few spears that the guards were managing to throw were getting awfully close to his face now.

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When was the last time Nagi'd held a weapon? He couldn't remember; Crawford hadn't let him have a fallback option like a true weapon. He'd been pushed and pushed to hone his abilities for so long that never once in the time he'd been with Schwarz had he been given an option of fighting in melee; that wasn't his position in the team. His job had always been to stand back, operate from a distance - thus his preference for wide-open spaces - yet he held the weapon in his hands, realizing the severity of the situation by the very fact that he was clutching the dagger, having pulled it the distance from Farfarello to himself without even realizing it.

Nagi's head jerked upwards as Schuldig's voice roared in his mind and he could only assume that 'we' meant Crawford had found Schuldig. It sounded like Schuldig finally meant business; it sounded like Crawford's condition hadn't improved; and it sounded like Farfarello's fun was over for the evening.

He turned around, back to the mass of guards that finally given up on attacking him and were just running away, rather like the mass of mundanes he was now facing.

Nagi had a preference for open spaces and right now that was exactly what Schuldig and Crawford were in need of. He was so exhausted, but he held the dagger out in front of him anyway; the directional focus would help. He held it straight out in front of him in his left hand, right palm flat against the blade so it was parallel with the walls. If he wasn't careful, the strain on his wrists would make it so he'd never type on a computer again.

He let loose everything - everything he had left and more because that was what he needed to get these stupid mundanes out of the way, against the walls yet still running, so his teammates could get out of that damned Queen's castle.

His powers flared out in a reverse cone, the point aimed directly at where Schuldig's voice had come from, and he yelled again, this time in his mind in the hopes Schuldig would hear it.

'GO!'

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Schuldig was at a loss for words. That was... unfathomable. What's more, his voice had cracked... wasn't Nagi the teenager? Wasn't he the one who'd needed all of the reassurance all of the time? Needed sense slapped into him? What had happened in the time the sun had set? It felt like an eternity now...

Granted, Schuldig had just hefted Crawford down the stairs, but what had sapped his strength? Was it the blood loss? Then what about his speech? What had--

Nagi had reached out to touch Schuldig on the shoulder and literally reeled, never expecting...

Schuldig was proud of him? Thought of them all as friends? Was scared absolutely shitless not because of any threat to his own life... It was Crawford; Schuldig absolutely was worried about nothing more than Crawford's own life right now. And that fear was tinged with... something Nagi was rather familiar with; something Nagi had tried to forget he'd ever felt, at Crawford's own request.

How the hell had Schuldig managed to keep all of that locked up? It must have been why Nagi had been privvy to it just now; Schuldig was such a wreck and, being a telepath, he was an open book and broadcasting everything right now.

It was a very sobering thing to behold, that was for sure, and at first Nagi had absolutely no idea what to do with that knowledge. He decided to let Farfarello handle Crawford, he'd try to make sure that Schuldig at least made it back to base in one peice... physically and mentally.

'Schuldig... Schuldig, we need to keep moving. Walk. Farfarello has him. Walk,' Nagi encouraged. Schu had said he'd missed Nagi's magic fingers, so he tried to dredge up what he could; a gentle push to the back of his head, a gentle press to the hollow of his skull, anything to keep Schuldig functioning so that they didn't have another Schwarz member to carry home.