Judy
*Silnaria. Home of the High Elves. Normally, one could consider it safe.*

*This night was different.*

*3 sets of footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, 2 of which falling far heavier than the first. Yakaiyo's feet slammed down on the carpeted floor, her side aching, nearly out of breath. Several cuts lacerated her black robes, staining areas a dark red. All she had to do was make it to the window. They wouldn't jump out. But if they caught her, she would greatly suffer the consequences.*

*She's made it. She braces herself for impact, jumps, and slams into the glass, shattering it into massive shards, fracturing into dozens of razor blades, cutting open the Treton. To make matters worse, a crossbow bolt flies out, striking her in the back of her calf.*

*And that was what would cause yet another problem.*

*Originally, she had thought to perhaps roll onto the harsh cobblestones, reduce the impact. That wasn't happening.*

*Her _other_ leg, the one that's not struck, hits first onto the stones, and her ankle twists horribly. The sheer force of the blow caused a massive pain up Yakaiyo's leg, and she hears something snap. The bow flies in a different direction, only a few feet from her. It might as well been a mile though, as Yakaiyo struggles to bring herself together through all the pain she's going through.*

*It's just a little bit over there. Just a bit...*

*Her teeth grit as she stifles a scream. It wouldn't be good for a criminal such as her to be found.*
Victor
*Silnaria.* Home of the High Elves. An enormous metropole of an empire built upon the collars of slaves and pools of a century's worth of blood, spilt on the world's ground. Brushing aside such context, the capital itself.. Is magnificent. 

High-rising bricked pillars housing many of the country's finest of both intelligence and arcane. Food that one would think came from the Divines' feasting hall, spice measured with perfection to fully take in its whole potential. And the "Street", which seems to be nothing more than an ornate art piece from its engravings. 

This place is paradise.. If it was not known for its dark history.

Tapping against the chiseled floor, a woman walked briskly through a sparsely crowded street. The bright star merely drifting towards the horizon, painting the sky a warm orange, met with a purple as it seeped through. It was unwise of her to not anticipate this time of arrival, considering how infuriatingly bureaucratic the Salvainian empire is..

No time for wonder. With a cat's pace she hurried, turning in many corners and detours the normal man wouldn't dare to consider, the heels of her boots echoing as she folded her sleeved arms across her chest. 

So much for her pride.
Judy
*She has to get there. Now.*

*Yakaiyo tried to shift her body like a fish out of water, twisting and turning every which way in order to try and get to her primary weapon. Every movement sends a jolt of pain, but she has to continue.*

*And then she hears the footsteps.*

*Panic begins to set in, as the Treton desperately pushes off of her legs, and the overwhelming pain forces out a scream. She's reached it though, and she readies her bow and draws an arrow, but her hands are so shaky she's not even sure if she can aim properly. There's only been two other time in her life that she's felt this helpless.*
Victor
*Goddess, I'm late.*

A shadow soon swooped in the alleyway, a shadow grew smaller and smaller as it boasted a mushroom-topped head and a slim body. Footsteps becoming more and more audible, and before long Yakaiyo would face her soon-to-be grim reaper...

.. Turning around the corner is a fairly young girl, atop her head lies a wide-brimmed hat synonymous with a wizard or a witch's image. Covering her body is a simple buttoned robe. 

".. Wrong turn." 

A voice hiding an echo of frustration as the magus quietly seethed in her place, darkened eyes darting across the alleyway for any semblance of a turn or another opening — only to meet another shadowy form at the side. She could barely make up its shape, narrowing her eyes as it adjusted to the lightning (curse these elves and their architecture). What're they holding, even?
Judy
*The Treton has to do a double take to make sure that she's seeing things correctly and not hallucinating from the pain.*

*The figure looks like a simple mage, albeit slightly goofy looking with an almost oversized hat. The bow isn't drawn yet, and it's lowered slightly.*

"You're not an elf, right?"

*That's all Yakaiyo needs to confirm.*
Victor
The magus jumped from the shadow's voice; a woman's. In all honesty she didn't expect to meet another crazed mine much like hers this deep into the capital's alleys...

... *This is Silnaria.* Scratch that, this woman is a holds a much higher level. 

".. No, Miss. I'm no elf."
Judy
*The 'shadow' lets out a sigh of relief, a wince, and a groan as she shifts. Whatever she's holding is lowered.*

"Alright, good. Could you help me-ow-a bit? I'm hurt."
Victor
Of course, the girl met Yakaiyo with a tinge of suspicion. Meeting her in an alleyway, asking if she's an elf, and to mention just that *Shady* Aura she has going around. It's rude to judge off first impressions... But there's no wrong in doubt.

".. Sure? What happened? 

The magus stepped forward, hands now at her sides, hidden beneath the comically large sleeves of her obe.
Judy
"Can-can we save that for later? I think someone may be after me..."

*If Pyetra could see them, she would see that the Treton's eyes are pleading. It was rare to see her like this, but this was a time of desperation. She needed to escape those elves. They could be coming any minute.*

"It's quite a bit, and I don't think I can walk."
Victor
Gazing against such eyes, something tugged within her stomach. 

Pyetra is a cautious girl. A world like this, it would pay-off.. Yet met with a desperate voice she could barely heed her own gut feeling. She nods her head slowly, taking another step forward before stretching out an arm. With slight hesitation she wrapped it around Yakaiyo's back, supporting the Treton from her own weight. 

"I'll take you to the main street, miss."
Judy
"No, please, anywhere but there. A secluded place, away from people. No elves."

*This was a problem. If the girl brought her to the main streets, she would be recognized in an instant. She liked to think herself as a terror to elves, but if that happened, then she would simply be another serial killer.*

*Serial killer. Was that what she was?*

*No, it wasn't. It was retribution.*
Victor
*Ping pang. What was that? Suspicion, that's what it is.* 

As if there's little time to think more of it. Whoever was after the woman would may as well be after her too! Her heart beating softly against her chest, Pyetra took a pause, eyes scanning the corridors ahead of them before shuffling forward. 

Under the veil of night, it was hard to determine an exit. Each corner is hidden by a dark sheet as the buildings around them tower amongst one another. Luckily, there was a crossway to another alleyway. Heaven knows why this woman would rather be anywhere else than the main street... But oh well.

"Why exactly are you being chased..?"
Judy
*Letting the mage's arm support her, Yakaiyo props herself up on one leg, the one that's not broken and with a crossbow bolt. A small grunt can be heard from her.*

"I don't have time to explain. They could be coming at this instant."

*Ruby red eyes dart around the dark streets, searching for potential exits. Both her and her helper seem to spot one.*

"There, maybe?"
Victor
Little time did she waste, already moving with Yakaiyo in tow. 

Out of all the things Pyedra could have encountered, helping a woman out of an alleyway from her would-be... *Killer* Was out of the possibilities. She could hear her heart now, just punching while her stomach felt like it ate a brick. 

"*Hrm..*"

Turning the corner, the corridor winds through many other lanes, connecting with another as it does the same. Without a single thought of it, Pyetra and Co. Began to make their way through.
Judy
*Good. Now it looks like they were safe. No way they could be found now. Yakaiyo's leg gives way, and she collapses to the side of a wall.*

"I think this is ok now."

*Now, if Pyetra looked, she would be able to see the extend of the Treton's injuries.*

"Just let me take a breath... I'm going to try and use some healing."
Victor
The weight at her side quickly alleviated, opting the girl to quickly set her sights to the Treton, now leaning tiredly against the bricks. Returning her sleeved arms back at her sides, Pyetra's eyes soon took in the extent of the stranger's injuries.

She pursed her lips, slowly turning her head away. It'd be rude of her to keep staring, especially at someone invulnerable. 

Yet she still couldn't just.. Stand there, shame-faced. The magus ushered forth, now stood beside Yakaiyo as she directed her gaze back at the Treton's own scarlet eyes.

"Let me help."
Judy
"Thank you."

*The extend of the woman's injuries would be quite severe. Several cuts that look like they've been made by a saber, a dozen more coming from the shards of glass, an arrow in her calf, and a broken ankle and fractured shin in the other. Yakaiyo tries to pull out the bolt, but it causes too much pain for her, so she instead opts to heal her cuts.*

"Damn thing is barbed..."
Victor
Folding a knee, the young magus crouched down to Yakaiyo's head level, tucking back her onyx sleeves. With stern eyes she took in the Treton's wounds, pale hands gently tapping against skin which bloomed a nasty red and blue, merely uttering out a few apologetic words before continuing her inspection. 

She's no doctor. Seeing the arrow embedded nice and comfy in the Treton's calf, Pyetra knew a professional should tend to it. She left the barbed bolt be in the meanwhile. 

Setting a hand behind Yakaiyo's shoulder, the young magus nudged the older woman forward, just enough for her to access her back.

With shut eyes, she clapped her hands softly together — a light surge of snapping green would flicker across her pale fingers like that of lighting; And beneath the flesh of her arm, it too highlights her veins and arteries with an interesting display of a bright verdant green. 

Without much cause for alarm, she simply gave Yakaiyo a comforting smile. Interpret it as you wish, the magus seems to know what she's doing. Maybe.

Despite such a flashy move, it was all for fading the many cuts and abrasions Yakaiyo had received from her harsh descent. A warmth spread through-out the Treton's spine, breaking away the discomfort she received. 

Shame it was not the same for her many other severe injuries. But what could she do? Might as well kill her if she attempts to tear the arrow out.
Judy
*The treton really was grateful for the mage's help, but she had to get patched up. The sheer amount of injuries and the subsequent pain would damper her own healing though, as she found it difficult to concentrate.*

*However, she soon found relief by the young mage.*

"You're a healer?"

*Thank goodness for that. Yakaiyo feels the calm rushing through her as her wounds begin to close, from the smallest cut to the largest slash. She closes her eyes and lets the savior do her work.*

"Thank you. Really."

*Now all that was left was the broken ankle and fracture, which still throbbed immensely. She'd have to do that herself, if she could. The treton's hands glow blue, and gingerly tries touching her own leg. The fracture would begin to heal first, the large cracks in bone reversing themselves.*
Victor
A healer? Hardly. Possessing a single restoration spell would be an insult to such a profession

A small smile soon graced the young magus' unblemished features, her attention soon taken by the Treton's own display of magic. Her eyes as if glued to the procedure had a slight twinkle, much like the stars above them this night. 

She couldn't handle a fracture at her level. Seeing this woman commit such a thing is a cause for inspiration of course. Refraining herself from staring any longer, Pyetra turned her sights elsewhere - the alley from which they exited.

Why was she being chased exactly? 

"Do you care to tell me what happened?"

She spoke softly as to not off-set the woman, leaning herself back against the brick wall.