Man! The guy's back was to him, and Zell wanted to run up and smash Stryfe hard! But there was the mind stuff. Things Zell didn't understand. Instead of giving in to his urges to run in fists blazing, he kept himself back. He figured the best way to help would be to lie low and only do something if Rachel needed him. If Rachel won, then cool. If Stryfe started getting the upper hand, Zell would try frying the bastard with a nice big fire spell.

Hiding was so hard!!