[And on the sidelines is Giles - exhausted, dying, the combined force of the god's might enough to keep him safely on the edge of things. But even as he's forced to lean against the wall or fall to the floor, he keeps his gaze on Helios. He couldn't look away, now, even if he wanted to. All he can do is pray that, somehow, Ra finds a way to end this and bring Helios back. To see him, standing in the ruins of the doorway, with blazing red eyes and that shadowy snake silouhetting him...Helios is barely recognizable.
And then the light comes, and the roar of the gods, and Giles feels himself blasted away, further down the hallway, off his feet to land painfully on the floor. It's a long while before his senses return, and by then it's already over.
The sight of Ra pinning his adversary to the floor, his hand at Apep's throat, Giles actually tries to push himself upright again, every instinct telling him to go and intervene, to help - help who, even he couldn't say. But instinct is often made to be overcome, and he pulls himself back. Not that it probably mattered, in the end. Giles' body is too battered and weak to get up any more. All he has left is despair at Apep's taunts.] N-No...
[He shakily raises his wounded hand to his face, his blurring vision taking in the sigil Apep had carved there. If he could...if it would have made a difference...maybe he should have let Apep finish the job.]
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And then the light comes, and the roar of the gods, and Giles feels himself blasted away, further down the hallway, off his feet to land painfully on the floor. It's a long while before his senses return, and by then it's already over.
The sight of Ra pinning his adversary to the floor, his hand at Apep's throat, Giles actually tries to push himself upright again, every instinct telling him to go and intervene, to help - help who, even he couldn't say. But instinct is often made to be overcome, and he pulls himself back. Not that it probably mattered, in the end. Giles' body is too battered and weak to get up any more. All he has left is despair at Apep's taunts.] N-No...
[He shakily raises his wounded hand to his face, his blurring vision taking in the sigil Apep had carved there. If he could...if it would have made a difference...maybe he should have let Apep finish the job.]