[Lloyd darts a glance at Mithos, but his eyes almost immediately snap back to the air above them. In an instant his swords are out and he drops into a fighting stance.]
Mithos, stay-
[Then, looking startled, he turns to the boy again.]
No, wait. You can call them off! [Jerking as though in response to a sudden movement, he slashes a sword through the air at - nothing. Desperation tinges his voice.] Mithos, tell them to stop!
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Mithos, stay-
[Then, looking startled, he turns to the boy again.]
No, wait. You can call them off! [Jerking as though in response to a sudden movement, he slashes a sword through the air at - nothing. Desperation tinges his voice.] Mithos, tell them to stop!