Kestlona somehow lost track of Warren as she made her way to the other door. Stumbling out of it, she drop to her knees coughs racking her body from the smoke she inhale. Once she got rid of most of the smoke from her lungs, she stood up, and yank the door back open. Her pack was drop in front of the door, keeping it open, and allowing the faint breeze to blow through the area. The smoke began to thin and she started to make out the inside of the Quicksand a little better.
She turn turn back to the small crowd that was gathering around. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE!" she yelled. "We need healers for those that been injure." She watch two younglings dash away, calls of Master Waterstrike echoing back to her. She didn't waste time to see if anyone else was going to get help. She drove back into the Quicksand, making her way over to Judge and the burnt Brass Blade.
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Pain, from his head, and the bodies landing on him was the first thing that register. He try to free one glove hand, groaning in pain from his head. Ears laid flat, his eyes slit open, just making out several people around him. John's nose twitch at the coppery smell of blood, trying to figure out through the pain where it was coming from, and the smell of brunt flesh. He though the blond look like Clio but he didn't know who the others were. He try to cast his mind back to what happen, his hand coming free to land on Solis's pouch.
John inhale sharply as the energy dance under his glove fingers. Alive and yet not whole, feeling like what he sense when he would read the energy to heal. He also was on the verge of asking what was it that he sense but coughs rack his body at that moment.
His hand pull away from the pouch, his whole body curling in on itself as he began to cough. "Clio...dhna," his words broken up by coughs, "wh...who...hu...rt..." If someone was hurt, he had to find them and heal....
She turn turn back to the small crowd that was gathering around. "DON'T JUST STAND THERE!" she yelled. "We need healers for those that been injure." She watch two younglings dash away, calls of Master Waterstrike echoing back to her. She didn't waste time to see if anyone else was going to get help. She drove back into the Quicksand, making her way over to Judge and the burnt Brass Blade.
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Pain, from his head, and the bodies landing on him was the first thing that register. He try to free one glove hand, groaning in pain from his head. Ears laid flat, his eyes slit open, just making out several people around him. John's nose twitch at the coppery smell of blood, trying to figure out through the pain where it was coming from, and the smell of brunt flesh. He though the blond look like Clio but he didn't know who the others were. He try to cast his mind back to what happen, his hand coming free to land on Solis's pouch.
John inhale sharply as the energy dance under his glove fingers. Alive and yet not whole, feeling like what he sense when he would read the energy to heal. He also was on the verge of asking what was it that he sense but coughs rack his body at that moment.
His hand pull away from the pouch, his whole body curling in on itself as he began to cough. "Clio...dhna," his words broken up by coughs, "wh...who...hu...rt..." If someone was hurt, he had to find them and heal....
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