With a shattering crack the vial of Alchemical lightning smashes into the face of the last huntress, her body twitching and jerking to the scent of ozone. With a roar Gharen charges behind, slamming into her, shoulder first, and sending the woman sliding limply across the dusty ground.
Evangeline merely breathes heavily for a moment, chest heaving. The scene is grim. The huntresses had not gone down easy. One lay still, the fight choked out of her by Gharen, the last lay even stiller, a red patina surrounding the area where Norrington’s spiked tail had exposed the contents of her skull. Evangeline and Gharen both were covered in small cuts and scratches, though it was the deep on his wrist that concerned her, blood spurting rhythmically onto the desert sands. She turns turn Gharen, giving a wry, yet pained look, "Perhaps I should have kept my revolutionary job."
Gharen lowers his stance and finds a seat leaning against the pots behind them, "Ye did fine lass, I'd say ye passed te'days lesson." he lets out a breath as he slowly removes his blood soaked gloves revealing deep wounds and a myriad of old scars surrounding his new injury.
Evangeline pulls out a long handkerchief, ignoring her shallower wounds, "Here." Inexpertly she begins to bind the wound, attempting to stem the flow. "Even conjury will not heal this quickly."
Gharen takes the handkerchief and guides Eva’s hands, as she ties the bandage. "Aye."
G'ushima claws her way fiercely from beneath the drake, who had been protecting her with his body, "Get off me you lumbering lizard!" Managing to work her way free, she crawls towards the two. "What- how- why....why?! Why did you fight to protect me?!" Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she regards their injuries.
Gharen looks up to Eva then motions his head towards the girl.
Norrington huffs, dragging his tail along the ground. The dead female is left behind, but he tries to scrape the blood onto the sands.
Evangeline turns to the emotional woman, "Miss, do you have any clean cloth? As for protecting you, we can speak of why in a moment." She smiles softly, though her expression is strained from the wounds she has taken, "And perhaps bind those companions of yours that still live."
G’ushina shakes her head, "No...not but what I wear..." She gestures at the strips of cloth covering her nudity.Shrugging off the straps that cover her chest. "Use these."
Evangeline blushes, turning away, scanning the area as she does so. "P-please... miss no.†She clucks her tongue, “Where are the bloody flames and blades when you need them?"
Finally she spots someone in a familiar uniform, and she waves, raising her voice "You!, Miss!"
G'ushima huffs as she walks away to tie up her comrades anyway, not understanding their strange views on modesty.
Gharen holds up his good hand to the girl and averts his eyes. "Don', jus.. cover yerself lass."
G’ushina glares back at him in the process of tying up the two. "What?! Are my breasts unsightly to you, empty-head? I shall have you know I am very well managed and kept up for one of my rank. You people are the ones who look stupid with all those clothes!" She grumbles unhappily.
Jana yawns as she strolls out of the city gate, preparing for a patrol, but starts when she's shouted to. "Ah-! Um-"
Evangeline calls to the newcomer as she approaches, "Miss, you're of the Flames, correct?"
“Um, yes... What's happened? Jana looks over the grisly scene with alarm.
Evangeline clasps her wounded arm, "We were assaulted, by tribal Miqote. We have restrained them, but know not what to do now."
“Wha- Savages, attacking defenseless refugees out here!? How did this happen?†Jana looks alarmed.
Gharen’'s blood continues to pool onto the ground, though at much slower now that the makeshift bandage is secure.
Jana jogs over. "Who's hurt? Are- Are you mending already?"
Evangeline nods, "I could use a bandage..." Eva is covered in small bleeding cuts, though there is deep puncture on her arm that is oozing blood out between the fingers she has clasped over it.
Norrington the sundrake pads over the Gharen, nudging the man with his snout. The drake is thanking him; despite G'ushima's yelling.
Gharen is beginning to look pale, his eyelids heavy, "I'll... be needin'.. a healer."
Jana sees the drake and panics a little, slightly overwhelmed by the whole situation as she examines Gharen, “- Ah! I have something… This one first!â€
Evangeline's face looks truly worried for the first time as she sees his condition, "G-gharen?" She turns to Jana, "Do you know any conjury?"
G'ushima runs over to Gharen as well, "Wait...wy can he not heal himself? I thought he could use the magic?"
Jana kneels next to the man, looking him over. "How are you hurt? Anything very deep?" She rips some of her sleeve's fabric and hands it to Evangeline. "Please keep pressure on your wound until I can mend it..."
Evangline nods, and presses the fabric against her own wound, "This will heal in time... do you have a way to close his vessel?, The artery was opened, I fear."
Jana rips more fabric from her sleeve and gently takes the opened wrist in her hands, beginning to wrap it even more tightly, clearly having some experience with this. "First... Have to set it in place..."
G'ushima runs off, but returns just as quickly. "I found some water, if this will help!" She offers it to Eva.
Evangeline nods, "I know what you can do to help." She looks around, "You're in this with us now. Take Norrington and hide, there are caves around the area. I think we both know it's too late to go back to the rest of your tribe now. I'll find you once we've sorted out our wounds."
Gharen seems to be on the edge of consciousness now, as Jana ensures that the fabric is tightly wrapped around the man's wrist before standing back up and muttering under her breath. She casts a simple Physick spell on the man, sending her aether into his body to pull the flesh together.
G’shima nods, but gives Gharen a concerned look, "But...will he be alright?"
"Of course." Evangline smiles at G’ushima and pats her head, "He is my Master after all."
"...The empty-headed one had better make it back alive...or I will not thank him for helping me. You are both idiots...but kind idiots." She and the drake depart together, leaving the group behind.
Evangeline merely breathes heavily for a moment, chest heaving. The scene is grim. The huntresses had not gone down easy. One lay still, the fight choked out of her by Gharen, the last lay even stiller, a red patina surrounding the area where Norrington’s spiked tail had exposed the contents of her skull. Evangeline and Gharen both were covered in small cuts and scratches, though it was the deep on his wrist that concerned her, blood spurting rhythmically onto the desert sands. She turns turn Gharen, giving a wry, yet pained look, "Perhaps I should have kept my revolutionary job."
Gharen lowers his stance and finds a seat leaning against the pots behind them, "Ye did fine lass, I'd say ye passed te'days lesson." he lets out a breath as he slowly removes his blood soaked gloves revealing deep wounds and a myriad of old scars surrounding his new injury.
Evangeline pulls out a long handkerchief, ignoring her shallower wounds, "Here." Inexpertly she begins to bind the wound, attempting to stem the flow. "Even conjury will not heal this quickly."
Gharen takes the handkerchief and guides Eva’s hands, as she ties the bandage. "Aye."
G'ushima claws her way fiercely from beneath the drake, who had been protecting her with his body, "Get off me you lumbering lizard!" Managing to work her way free, she crawls towards the two. "What- how- why....why?! Why did you fight to protect me?!" Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she regards their injuries.
Gharen looks up to Eva then motions his head towards the girl.
Norrington huffs, dragging his tail along the ground. The dead female is left behind, but he tries to scrape the blood onto the sands.
Evangeline turns to the emotional woman, "Miss, do you have any clean cloth? As for protecting you, we can speak of why in a moment." She smiles softly, though her expression is strained from the wounds she has taken, "And perhaps bind those companions of yours that still live."
G’ushina shakes her head, "No...not but what I wear..." She gestures at the strips of cloth covering her nudity.Shrugging off the straps that cover her chest. "Use these."
Evangeline blushes, turning away, scanning the area as she does so. "P-please... miss no.†She clucks her tongue, “Where are the bloody flames and blades when you need them?"
Finally she spots someone in a familiar uniform, and she waves, raising her voice "You!, Miss!"
G'ushima huffs as she walks away to tie up her comrades anyway, not understanding their strange views on modesty.
Gharen holds up his good hand to the girl and averts his eyes. "Don', jus.. cover yerself lass."
G’ushina glares back at him in the process of tying up the two. "What?! Are my breasts unsightly to you, empty-head? I shall have you know I am very well managed and kept up for one of my rank. You people are the ones who look stupid with all those clothes!" She grumbles unhappily.
Jana yawns as she strolls out of the city gate, preparing for a patrol, but starts when she's shouted to. "Ah-! Um-"
Evangeline calls to the newcomer as she approaches, "Miss, you're of the Flames, correct?"
“Um, yes... What's happened? Jana looks over the grisly scene with alarm.
Evangeline clasps her wounded arm, "We were assaulted, by tribal Miqote. We have restrained them, but know not what to do now."
“Wha- Savages, attacking defenseless refugees out here!? How did this happen?†Jana looks alarmed.
Gharen’'s blood continues to pool onto the ground, though at much slower now that the makeshift bandage is secure.
Jana jogs over. "Who's hurt? Are- Are you mending already?"
Evangeline nods, "I could use a bandage..." Eva is covered in small bleeding cuts, though there is deep puncture on her arm that is oozing blood out between the fingers she has clasped over it.
Norrington the sundrake pads over the Gharen, nudging the man with his snout. The drake is thanking him; despite G'ushima's yelling.
Gharen is beginning to look pale, his eyelids heavy, "I'll... be needin'.. a healer."
Jana sees the drake and panics a little, slightly overwhelmed by the whole situation as she examines Gharen, “- Ah! I have something… This one first!â€
Evangeline's face looks truly worried for the first time as she sees his condition, "G-gharen?" She turns to Jana, "Do you know any conjury?"
G'ushima runs over to Gharen as well, "Wait...wy can he not heal himself? I thought he could use the magic?"
Jana kneels next to the man, looking him over. "How are you hurt? Anything very deep?" She rips some of her sleeve's fabric and hands it to Evangeline. "Please keep pressure on your wound until I can mend it..."
Evangline nods, and presses the fabric against her own wound, "This will heal in time... do you have a way to close his vessel?, The artery was opened, I fear."
Jana rips more fabric from her sleeve and gently takes the opened wrist in her hands, beginning to wrap it even more tightly, clearly having some experience with this. "First... Have to set it in place..."
G'ushima runs off, but returns just as quickly. "I found some water, if this will help!" She offers it to Eva.
Evangeline nods, "I know what you can do to help." She looks around, "You're in this with us now. Take Norrington and hide, there are caves around the area. I think we both know it's too late to go back to the rest of your tribe now. I'll find you once we've sorted out our wounds."
Gharen seems to be on the edge of consciousness now, as Jana ensures that the fabric is tightly wrapped around the man's wrist before standing back up and muttering under her breath. She casts a simple Physick spell on the man, sending her aether into his body to pull the flesh together.
G’shima nods, but gives Gharen a concerned look, "But...will he be alright?"
"Of course." Evangline smiles at G’ushima and pats her head, "He is my Master after all."
"...The empty-headed one had better make it back alive...or I will not thank him for helping me. You are both idiots...but kind idiots." She and the drake depart together, leaving the group behind.
