[Panting some breathe back into tired lungs, Viktor huffs to take stock of himself. The key he collected gets shoved into his vest and then he's reaching to collect his crutch again. The hand of his that's still sparking with magical energy gets shoved down into the dirt in hopes that will discharge the remains of the arcane reaction. He can right himself onto his knees by the time Akechi is close and offering assistance, which... yeah, Viktor isn't going to turn down from his position.]
Just a hand up. [he shifts his crutch to the other side, not wanting to reach the more volatile one towards this- very young magic user? He believes it now that he's seen it, that's for certain. Getting back on his feet, both his hands grasp the crutch as he leans on it more heavily than ever. His leg on that side feels completely numb after that.]
... you don't look like any mage I've ever heard of. [a little joke, because yeah, mages in his world are generally depicted as bearded, old world-enders. Akechi just looks like any other sharp eyed student at the Piltover Academy to Viktor...]
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Just a hand up. [he shifts his crutch to the other side, not wanting to reach the more volatile one towards this- very young magic user? He believes it now that he's seen it, that's for certain. Getting back on his feet, both his hands grasp the crutch as he leans on it more heavily than ever. His leg on that side feels completely numb after that.]
... you don't look like any mage I've ever heard of. [a little joke, because yeah, mages in his world are generally depicted as bearded, old world-enders. Akechi just looks like any other sharp eyed student at the Piltover Academy to Viktor...]