It was only after the soldiers had all broken and fled - at least the ones of sound mind enough to do so - that reality finally caught up to Zavros, almost tugging at his shoulders and politely asking him to<em>please stop and take a look around.</em>The column of light that enveloped the 'battlefield' that once held the site of the Tellson farmstead abruptly blinked out, as if a torch had been snuffed by a family about to sleep for the night.<br/><br/>He looked around.<em>Did...did I do all this?</em>The soldiers writhing in the mud that they were stuck in, the broken remains of the elemental that Suura had so casually summoned, the-<br/><br/>"Waitaminute." Looking around, Zavros realized that the damned noble who caused all of this mess to begin with had flown the coop. She was barely a distant speck in the distance as she fled - Zavros' heart sank as he realized she was no doubt about to report this to someone, or come back with even more men. And for all of the weird, amazing things he'd just done, he...he didn't know if he could fight even more people like this.<br/><br/>"M...Ma? Pa?" He turned around, and was visibly relieved to see that they were okay. Yet he felt...apprehension. Would they still see him as their son? Or some sort of demon? "You alright?" As he moved to make sure his parents were alright, he paused only to ensure that the soldiers still stuck in the mud could at least breathe, or could at least sit up comfortably (if still bound by the mud). He'd defeated them, he didn't need to have them die on him now. That just wasn't right.