It's a gambit, a risk he's willing to take, if it means keeping the one whom he loved safe from the darkness that would surely pluck her from the living world. The injury he takes from the dual swords is enough to drop a lesser man, enough to see his limbs far weaker than they had been from The Librarian's attack. Yet, his will gets him to his feet, gets him steady enough with the last bit he's got still in the well, and sets him into a leap that puts himself between the short distance of the blast and the woman he gladly gives his life for.

The sword he carried is planted into the ground, the light of the blessed blade growing up from the submerged tip and surrounding him and the figure behind him like the jutting bow of the front of a ship to the waves. He remains there until the explosion dissipates, unsure before his passing that the maneuver might safe Hylia from a terrible fate. His last thought is one of hope, and so his figure remains vigilant as the charred flesh and worn limbs keep close to the sword.