Running at top speed Sheva was holding forth her hands that glittered with magical power, flame erupting from her palms as she aimed for the ranger. That slap on her rear was no way passable and she was furious. She ran and was determined to hit the ranger this time (unlike her failed attempt before which made her magic hit their attackers instead), however seeing him staggering made her halt and tilt her head in confusion.
“By the ancients! If this is another cow you are carrying for me to milk I’ll burn you to crisp!”, she roared with anger.
Selene didn’t really remember what happened - all she remembered was the way her broken arm had once again come ablaze with agony, blackening her mind and forcing her into cooling oblivion. The next time she came to was short and she could just groggily make out that she was in someone’s strong arms before another jarring bolt of pain pushed her into the dark subconscious. She managed only a soft whimper, knowing that her master never allowed her to show any pain or any emotions. Emotions are weakness, he used to tell her, especially for someone condemned to be a wild animal. For someone like her. Perhaps, her mind was also protecting her from Jameyson’s wrath….it took her brain a few painful minutes to remember a rather important fact - Jameyson was now dead.
Jezi wasn't far behind, having heard the frustrated yell of Tris from the edge. Having been tending to her own wounds and problems, she had been close enough to come rushing. Not to far she could spot Sheva following close by, magic glittering in her palms. She slowed some, seeing already that this was not her area to mess in. That was until she spotted the body hanging limp in his arms. Normally one would not carry a corpse around without a damn good reason, so it was likely an injured person. None of the other team members she could recall looking like the woman he was carrying.
“Wait. He's got someone injured with him!” Jezi yelled, changing direction to intercept the crazed woman. Whether prisoner or Innocent the woman would get fried to a crisp.
“As… Entertaining as it would be for you to milk this,” Tris growled, “You have to have milked the first in order to milk another.” The archer's eyes studied the sorceress. Even as Jezi moved to intercept her the archers eyes didn't flinch from the other woman's threat.
“Fine then. As long as you take responsibilities for this. Heavens know why you keep picking things that are of no use and of utmost annoyance”, moving closer Sheva could start to identify some of the obvious bodily lines of the person the ranger was carrying, “I care little if she is hurt if she is one of the bandits”, she told Jezi and quickly looked at the ranger again, “What are your plans for this person?”
Jezi gave a sigh, thankful things hadn't gotten worse. She could understand some of the names calling Sheva Ice queen, but that wasn't her worries. The main focus was on the woman now resting in Tris's arms. The first note was the broken arm, the bruising having formed around the break. The biggest thing was the tattoo of a wolfs paw on the back of her left. She swear it looked familiar, but not sure of where.
Jezi noted the Pale skin and dark hair, the frail skin doing nothing to hide the girls muscles. Something bugged the back of her mind, like a memory trying to resurface.
“We should fix her arm at least. Would not be right to let her suffer like this, especially if she was a victim that escaped the bandits.” Jezibel offered up to the group, making sure to keep herself between Sheva and Tris.
“You all in this then? Protecting someone who clearly came to attack you!?”, Sheva looked straight into the eyes of the ranger before she throw her hands and the air, “Hmph”, she turned around, “Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you”, and before long she was gone from the scene.
Tristifer watched the sorceress leave frowning slightly to himself. “It’s gonna be a real shame to kill someone who has an ass as nice at that. Don’t you agree Jez?” The archer asked conversationally as the girl looked at his captive.
“Unless you are secretly a healer, should get her to the ones we have.” Tris frowned at the girl in his arms shifting her to his shoulder. “Or to Adam. He'll know where they are and I get back to what I was doing.”
The archer raised an eyebrow at the tribal girl. “Any idea where he might be?” He asked her.
“Sorry, I lost sight of him after the fight started, and then I had Jamon to deal with. I can take care of her arm for now.” Jezi offered up to Tris. While she might not have the best medical skills, they could do the basic to set a woman's arm. Besides, there were questions she wanted to ask the woman if the girl was still even conscious. As well, if she could take the girl, Tris could hunt down Adam and Ash to help with whatever she couldn't fix.
“Let's split up, I'll attend to the woman's wounds if any, and you can hunt down Ash or Adam.” Jezibel offered up to the older man.
Tristifer considered the girls suggestion before shaking his head. “No,” He finally said after a moment, “Better not risk more than we have to. You head that way, I'll go this way. We'll meet where the big guy slept.”
He raised an eyebrow at the girl, half expecting an argument of some sort. “Sound good?”
“Seems like a good option.” Jezibel had to offer up, letting out a sigh. She knew the man was right, as the girl was still possibly dangerous, regardless of her condition. By rights she should just leave him be with the girl, but something bugged her about her. Last thing she desired now was to leave this mystery alone.
Adjusting the body on his shoulder Tristifer nodded. “Alright then. Off with you.” He motioned vaguely in the direction he had previously indicated before turning the other way. He didn't know if Jezibel actually went the way he suggested or if she followed him. The archer was to busy resuming his mental chastisement to pay her any mind.
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