Dragging the oversized knife around the anti-magic field. Evan walked, laboriously. He's so clearly short of breath, and it hurt to take a deep breath of air. He was extremely tired.
	Soon, this concave field of frost around him turned into a full circle as Jonas' sanctuary waned. Evan watched as Jonas' entire arm gets cut clean off.
	Evan had conflicting emotions. A little schadenfreude at the deed, but annoyed that he wasn't the one doing it. In fact he wasn't sure if he ever landed a clean hit on Jonas.
	There's so little in his understanding of mana and magic. Everything about it frustrated him. His mana surges out, freezing the nearby grass into fragile shards of ice, as the oversized knife he's been lugging for a while now just fully darted back then swung itself at an extremely high arc, hurling itself to slice through or crash onto the two remaining thugs that remained frozen even as the anti-magic field dissipated.

This mana thing. He seemed fully out of it, and he only had a few more seconds of his Blood Sight active, to watch Jazdia walk near. Blood dripping from her belly, through her torn liver, and down to her lower body. Evan raised his left hand, showing long hair-like ice strands emerge from his fingers.
	"[color=6ecff6]Do you need...[/color]" Evan's vision dropped about two feet as he was suddenly down to his left knee. "[color=6ecff6]help...[/color]" His hand reached for the ground for stability but it was a little too low down, until it rapidly wasn't.
	Thud. He fell to his side. Fully out of it.
	A mixture of pain, bottomed-out mana, and the feeling of a lack of air.

The sharp pain of someone trying to move his body would surely wake him up again, though.