Jasto wiped the tears from his eyes and fought the strange, mixed emotions he was experiencing for the first time. A strong feeling, stronger than any other, came over him: fear. He became afraid for his life, afraid of dying now and losing everything, and of his life and struggle becoming meaningless.
Jasto realized he was in no condition to face Yousef. His body had suffered severe injuries, his strength had failed, and his energy was almost depleted. He had to withdraw, heal himself, and return to face him again on equal terms. Jasto stood up and ran away. Yousef chased him, firing beams at him.
"Running away, Jasto?" Yousef said. "Do you feel the fear now that the Ghlizan felt as they fled from your burning fires?"
