[By rights, a mere Pawn shouldn't have been able to cast three mid grade offensive spells in such quick succession-- nor the fourth, a water spell called up with a soft 'sharrar' spoken under his breath to extinguish the blaze in the impromptu furnace once the mandrakes had been properly subdued. Each breath was an effort for Koumei, who pulled away from Shunsui momentarily to gather his bearings and reassess his own personal capabilities for the next time they were in battle.

It was strange, how easily the symptoms that resembled the beginnings magoi exhaustion had come upon him.]

Had I my usual skills, this could have been done more swiftly and gracefully, [He said quietly, even as he hoped for Sion and Alice's safe escape from this madness.]

There would be less damage...and no one would have been as upset by the outcome.

[Alice's trauma in association with fire was becoming steadily more apparent as they continued their venture-- but, he last spell was one that Koumei had intended to be a light spell. The two were similar in function when used offensively, but he knew for certain now that he desperately needed to find a proper magic tome, so he wouldn't make such a mistake again.]

...I will be fine, [He added, pressing a hand against his head to stave off a headache that was forming now that the immediate tension from battle was starting to abate.] Please, just stay a few moments.