[They singe through his skin, not on, and his breath hitches as though the sparks are glass sharding through him. Zagreus hisses, draws back with a whirl, feinting around Shalem with the shield still close to his chest, and retreats a few steps before he looks down at himself with a wince.
But he sees no wounds.] That's. How did you do that?!
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But he sees no wounds.] That's. How did you do that?!