Overprotectiveness would only prove detrimental in these precarious moments and he knows that. Drizzt could be poisoned, bleeding internally, or some spell could be sapping his strength. Zak would have little way to be of a help to any of those, and as much as his fear his bubbling over he forces himself to pull away and allow the other man to work.
He just prays to whatever god who can hear him that he hasn't sealed his son's death by bringing him here.
The weapon's master turns his glowing, crimson eyes back towards the portal, expression hard. "If he dies. You die." He says to Caesar without looking at him, then moves to head back towards the portal, drawing his blades.
Zaknafein still for just a moment once he's back through, eyes darting around and listening carefully for any sign of possible approaching threats. Luckily, the battle had just occurred, so if anything had been noticed it was likely ignored while it was going on, giving him time before the curious come poking around.
One of the bodies is charred beyond reason and very clearly dead. The other he recognizes, and while appearing as dead as the other, it's assured when the Hun'ett's head goes rolling from it's shoulders. Then he quickly wiped the blood from the blade on the wizard's robes before sliding them back in his sheath. As an afterthought, he stops and picks up Drizzt's scimitars before rushing back through the portal.
Then he looks over to his son, lying limp and unconscious. Clenching his teeth, he swings out with one of the adamantine blades and slices through the frame of the portal, breaking what he thinks is the magic circle keeping it open.
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He just prays to whatever god who can hear him that he hasn't sealed his son's death by bringing him here.
The weapon's master turns his glowing, crimson eyes back towards the portal, expression hard. "If he dies. You die." He says to Caesar without looking at him, then moves to head back towards the portal, drawing his blades.
Zaknafein still for just a moment once he's back through, eyes darting around and listening carefully for any sign of possible approaching threats. Luckily, the battle had just occurred, so if anything had been noticed it was likely ignored while it was going on, giving him time before the curious come poking around.
One of the bodies is charred beyond reason and very clearly dead. The other he recognizes, and while appearing as dead as the other, it's assured when the Hun'ett's head goes rolling from it's shoulders. Then he quickly wiped the blood from the blade on the wizard's robes before sliding them back in his sheath. As an afterthought, he stops and picks up Drizzt's scimitars before rushing back through the portal.
Then he looks over to his son, lying limp and unconscious. Clenching his teeth, he swings out with one of the adamantine blades and slices through the frame of the portal, breaking what he thinks is the magic circle keeping it open.