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Post by mysterious on Sept 5, 2007 20:31:52 GMT -5
Danya was back on her feet in a matter of seconds as she glanced around at the storm. Watching the walls of sand move around them for what it was that was causing this all. Seeing the slight shimmer of something she glance over in the direction it was heading. Right for Elewyr. Without armor she was able to move much faster then he was.
Racing toward him she was sure he didn't see the attack coming from the side. Tackling him to the ground she laid uptop him just as the claw came down scaping her back. Gripping the top of his armor as the claw cut her she glared up at the storm getting back to her feet dispite the pain. Listening closely to just where it was. Closing her eyes and trying to calm the other half of her that wanted to come out she brought one of her blades up to her eyes. Waiting for a long few moments before lanching it into the storm. the skircks of something sounded loudly as the storm grew more voilent. it was clear whatever it was had been wounded.
the sounds lasted for a long while before it all fell silent again. The storm returned to its normal pace and the persences seemed to be gone now.
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Post by The_Unknown_Usual on Sept 5, 2007 20:39:20 GMT -5
"Gah! No, that's not how it works, I'm wearing the armor, I protect you! Geh... Thankfully, it seems to have passed..." he said, standing up and helping her stand up.
"You okay? Looks like to took a blow from that... thing."
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Post by mysterious on Sept 5, 2007 20:45:42 GMT -5
Danya just stared out into the storm she would get that thing. Her other half hated to bleed and now it was war the second they found whatever it was that had wounded her. Her back was hurting but just like all her emotions it seemed dulled the pain.
Glancing at him she responded. "Just a few straches, they will need to be cleaned, and it ripped my shirt good." She said walking to a building on the other side of the little street pulling her blade from the wall as if she knew hte whole time just where it was. The blood on it clear she had wounded it.
"We should get out of this storm. " she said to him now that their place was destoryed they would have to find another empty house which wouldn't be hard. This whole block seemed to be empty.
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Post by The_Unknown_Usual on Sept 5, 2007 20:49:57 GMT -5
"Agreed," Elewyr said. He walked into a building, and sure enough it was abandoned.
"In here," he signaled to Danya.
After they were inside, Elewyr sighed.
"Danya, would you mind if I took a look at that cut? Believe it or not, I actually do have a bit of medical experience, and I also want to see how bad it is. Would you mind?" he asked seriously. It was the truth. He was concerned about her wound more than anything right now. After he got an answer, he would either help with her injury, or work on fixing his armor.
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Post by mysterious on Sept 5, 2007 20:55:47 GMT -5
Danya entered the building the looked around. Moving to the fire place to start another fire to warm them and give light. Looking back to him now she really couldn't refuse him help if he wanted to give it.
"If you would like." she said with a light nod. "Where would you like me?" she asked never really ever having someone look over her before.
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Post by The_Unknown_Usual on Sept 5, 2007 20:59:13 GMT -5
"Anywhere you're comfortable," he replied. He pulled the makeshift backpack from his shoulder, setting it next to him. Not only did he carry his armor in there, but also some medical supplies.
He tended to get hurt a lot during missions.
"This house looks very similar to the other one... The couch would work, or if you prefer, we can use the bed upstairs if you want to be more comfortable."
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Post by mysterious on Sept 5, 2007 21:03:04 GMT -5
"The bed might be better." she said knowing the wounds reached far down her back. She would have to lay flat for him to inspect them completely. Moving into the bedroom Danya jumped on the bed kneeling on it as she held her hands in font of her. Whispering something softly a spark fluttered in her hand as she pushed it up into the air.
Creating a floating light that stayed hovering in the corner to give him more light. Laying face down on the bed she allowed him to do what he needed to for her wounds.
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Post by The_Unknown_Usual on Sept 5, 2007 21:11:33 GMT -5
".. That looks bad... The scary thing is, I think you just caught a lesser part of the strike..." he said, rolling out what he brought, "So you know, I thank you for your trust in me. I'll do my best to fix you good as new..."
He looked at the wound. It was deep, he was surprised she was so calm right now. Even the strongest man alive would be affected by that in some way.
"It needs stitching... Is that alright? And if it is, you'll need to roll up your shirt, or else I might stitch your clothing to you... I apologize, but I'm not that skilled to work in such a small area."
He still couldn't believe that a glancing blow could cut so bad. He was considering letting her borrow the armor next.
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Post by mysterious on Sept 5, 2007 21:16:53 GMT -5
Danya just looked at him. "I can handle myself even if i don't trust you, there are still things about me you haven't seen" she said knowing full well by tomorrow he might no want to stick around.
Nodding Danya sat up for a moment lifting her shirt from her back and over her head but still keeping her font covered as she laid back down.
"It hurts but I can't completely feel it. I wish i could." she said softly before turning her head the other way.
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Post by The_Unknown_Usual on Sept 5, 2007 21:22:48 GMT -5
"Oh believe me, you would NOT want to feel this one..." he said, starting to stitch. Even though he didn't think he was any good, he had become quite adept at medical treatment over the years.
Within seconds he was finished. "The pain probably won't subside for a while, but now at least it should heal quicker. Let's try and avoid combat until then, though, or else you might reopen the wound... I'm sorry that this is all I can do for the wound. Sorry that I can't make it go away completely," he said. He hated the sight of bad wounds. So he was glad that it was at least treated now. He grabbed a cloth and wetted it with some water from his pack, then cleaned off the blood from her back. There was no more he could do for her now, and he hoped what he did was enough.
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