Zel saw the weapon coming at him. He'd been momentarily distracted wondering why Merideth had smiled, and wasn't prepared to react. The attack hurt, honestly, and it came close to knocking the wind out of him, but it seemed his own skin was more durable than the halberd, the weapon snapped like a twig. Albeit a strong twig.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, things were not going as he'd anticipated. It was true, he hadn't specified that Cethin couldn't continue his activities. Having originally planned to fight Cethin himself, it hadn't seemed necessary, and the detail simply slipped his mind when Merideth showed up. And now... that bastard had Sylph.<br/><br/>It only took moments for things to get even worse. Normally, Zel found himself screaming out Larea's name. He'd been about to do it again, in fact, but a rapid change of events also changed the name that needed to be called. "Sigrun!" Zel gasped, sheathing his sword as he rushed over. Looking at the wound, normal first aid might not be enough here. On the other hand, much of the magic here had been destroyed, and Zel wasn't sure he would be capable of healing such a wound... What was he doing?! There were some times when weighing the possibilities was futile. Zel immediately did his best to activate a healing spell. It weakly flickered to life and Zel did his best to start healing the wound. Honestly though, at this point it was slowing the bleeding at best. A pained look of uselessness was visible on his face.