by fletch » Wed Aug 20, 2014 12:07 pm
Bayard came into the clearing where Akyra was, seeing her leaning up against a tree. He glanced once back at Blaze, but then turned back to Akyra. "Yeah, it's me." He said quickly, approaching her. She was obviously hurt...but he didn't know spells strong enough to heal wounds like this. Only minor ones. Rips, cuts, bruises. This? He shuddered slightly. "Come on--we need to get Storm and get out of here." He glanced up in the sky, praying Storm could handle this dragon. If not, he would help. But...what help could he really be? He only knew a few attack spells, and he was already quite drained. As he was inexperienced he tended to get swamped very easily. He let out a puffing sigh and reached out to touch Akyra's shoulder. "Are you okay?"
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Warrick paused a moment, but continued to walk at his pace. He didn't look at her, but gave a demure: Sure. I'm not one for gossiping, anywho. He craned his neck a bit, checking out how bad the wound was. Certainly he would be sore for a while, and he was quite exhausted. Most of the bleeding had stopped, for all he knew. Though it hurt like hell, and he dare not twist his head too far, for fear that it might bring on another wave of agony.
ME GO, YOU STAY.
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