Oh, dammit. Yuya yells as Strange is cleaved... we, right in front of him. Even if he's a box, he's a comrade and that's horrifying.

"Mr. Strange!" He's conflicted, and takes a step closer despite Strange's warning as if he has any way to help. But he doesn't have enough time to text either way, because the Mage has already charged up another fireball that blasts him on the side.

Yuya's knocked away in a flaming heap, wiggling against the ground to try and put the flames out.