As the battle ended with the Ralkharan's brutal onslaught, Zelas dropped to his knees in front of Auxzali, he couldn't meet his gaze. Bitter manly tears flowed down his cheeks as he grimaced terribly, head bowed.
"I... am deeply shamed that my weapon would bring you harm, inadvertently though it may have been. My friend,... my priest! I would break my ouzala now, if it weren't that I feared it would still be needed. But, no! I shall not cast it away, I will bear my shame, as I will bear this ouzala, this.... <Vana'Krux> Kin's Bane!" He took his ouzala and cut a fresh wound on his left arm, bathing in blood the tip that had previously pierced his friend's flesh. "Now we are joined, my brother. I swear, this ouzala shall be wielded in your service only, or I will throw myself upon it! By my blood, I swear this!" Finally he met Auxzali's gaze, awaiting his judgement.