The moment the energy left Lloyd's sword, a wave of exhaustion hit him, hard, making the world tilt for a moment as he drew ragged breaths. Even so, it wasn't as bad as the last time he'd used that technique. This time, he didn't feel like he was about to topple over, and he might even be able to pull off another technique. Maybe. He didn't think he should press his luck unless he had no other choice.

Dragging in another breath, he turned and warily shined his flashlight toward the man who'd just appeared from the dark. Brown skin, graying hair, a scar on his face- "Scar?"