April
Emiko shakes her head, grabbing one of the rags and soaking it in the water, before moving to study Joss's wound "I ain't talkin about bleedin" She says, pressing the wet rag to the cut to start trying to clean the wound.

"If ya don't clean it out, it c'n get infected, and make it much worse" She adds, working carefully. Emiko may not have healers hands, but her thieving ones did allow her to be somewhat gentle, while still firm, and eventually pressed a dry rag to the wound, her other hand using the wet one to wipe away the rest of the blood
Suzanne
The fallen noble's grip was steady. He motioned his wrist in Marsila's advancement, thus making this rapier twirl in a fluid circle as she charged at him. He was disciplined in contrast to her savage behavior and confident that he could take her on with what he believed to be superior skill. That was why when her sword came down towards him, he patiently but swiftly moved his rapier forward with a quick lunge of his body. It was a fierce step that made the blade grind against hers and with the momentum of the twirl redirect the swing to the right side of his body. He wanted to create an opening through her attack, and it was quite possible that he was successful due to her reckless sprint. The sharp tip of his needle like sword threatened to claim a wound on her shoulder, to pierce the flesh and stab her right under the shoulder bone and through it.

"You're a lifetime too young to fight me, bitch!"

Were his counter attack a success, he followed with a quick but heavy kick with his left sole aimed at her gut. His upper body turned from left to right, shifting the weight of his body from his right flank to his left. His hips thrust forward as his upper body was dragged in that flow. He retracted his leg as soon as it hit, if it did, or did so all the same if the shapeshifter was able to block or dodge.

Ymir was surveying the battlefield in that moment, just like Antonius was. They saw Marsila deep behind the enemy lines. The veteran wanted to help her, but he had little chance of breaking through the line that was pummeling his forces. It was Ymir who managed to gain some ground from the other side.

"Marsila! Hold on!" The hunter shouted, but his path was barred by more of Atovar's men.

A bola was thrown from Ymir's right flank. It wrapped around his torso and left arm, hindering his combat skill greatly. He was lucky to have the hunters by his side, who formed a ring around him and helped him cut the rope. The other two carried nets and were eager to use them.
Joseph
Her eyes narrowed to slits, the way her panther eyes would when her sword clashed with Atovar's. She was at a disadvantage due to allowing her anger to take control over her senses, making it difficult to think through her moves. It was reflex as she striked him, allowing him to prevent her attack from slicing through and instead, intercepted with his own. 

The moment the rapier tore through her shoulder, the grip her fingers held loosened, causing her weapon to fall to the ground. She had been left defenceless in her human form as his foot planted against her stomach, throwing her a couple feet back as he did so. 

A snarl tore from her throat out of frustration, the adrenaline distracting her from the initial pain as the blade pierced her flesh. Within minutes, the wound began to heal with the flesh stitching together until all that was left was a line of dried blood. 

The sound of bones breaking apart from one another could be heard from anyone within meters of her, the hardened structure tearing as the bones reformed to a feline skeleton. Charcoal shaded fur sprouted from her skin as it darkened to a grey hue until her body had been completely covered. As adrenaline ran through her veins, Marsila found the shift to be quick and less painful than usual. 

It took no more than a minute until Marsila stood in her panther form. As she focused back on the captain, the Panther's upper lip curled so her teeth were bared in his direction as she growled in a threatening manner. Her fur stood on end while her claws tore into the earth beneath her, waiting for him to make his way closer towards him.
Suzanne
The sight of Marsila transforming was received with mixed stares. Some people were deathly frightened, others looked on with wonder. Ymir was both awestruck and worried, because the shapeshifter was still surrounded and the odd men seemed like they were going to meddle with the duel. And they did.

When the shifter was fully transformed and ready for the advance of the captain, she let her stationary position be compromised. A large net with spikes connected to its knots loomed over her and, if she was unable to evade it, she'd find the edges grazing her furred form and trap her. The second hunter grabbed the net and pulled, making the spikes pierce many sides of her body until she was deeply snared and drawing blood.

The old hunter growled and tackled one of the mercenaries, finally able to break through, but it could very well be too late. Were the young shifter in their snare, the rope would be attached to the horses and Atovar would bid his farewell to the battle with the men capable of running. He cared little for the situation further ahead the caravan, because the plan was going perfectly.

"Send the swordsman my regards!"

The mercenaries turned around and ran, some being pelted down by arrows as the frustrated Ymir tried to stop them from leaving. But he failed. Twiss and Swass were quick to join him in the aftermath as they would see Marsila being dragged through the ground as the horses galloped away.

"No! MARSILA!!!" Twiss screamed, so loud that the tears and groans of others were muffled in that instant.
Judy
Joss' jaw was tense. Really, so was his entire form — head turning away from Emiko. He didn't seem entirely used to, or comfortable with, touch — and he hadn't had anyone but himself tend his wounds in years. "... Ah. Righ'."

Just why he was so jumpy was fairly immediately given evidence, as the blood was wiped away and the wound did not take all attention; his form was covered in fading bruises, all over — arms, back, sides, chest, stomach, though particularly his arms and back. There were a few scars over his torso as well, some older, some recent.

Well — there was also the entire situation. "... Why'd you step in an' save me. Coulda let 'em kill me an' got away, they never woulda known you was there, think they only knew 'bout one ovvus bein' there."
April
Most people likely would have been shocked by the patchwork on Joss's body, but, apparently, Emiko was not most people, as all she did was frown at it for a second, before dumping the wet and bloodied rag into the bucket, and grabbing the boy's hand, pressing it against the dry rag covering his wound "Hold that there fer me" She says, ignoring his question for the moment.

The thief gets to her feet and moves over to her pack at the end of the bed, rummaging around in it for a moment before pulling out a bundled up strip of cloth, and moving back over to Joss, so she could bandage him up with it "I could ask you th' same question. Specifically told ya t' run, an' instead you come back knifin' people. Th' hell were ya thinkin"
Judy
Eyes dull and vaguely forward, Joss would hold the rag fast to the cut, though he'd flinched as she grabbed his hand. "... Well. You'd jus' saved my life. An' there was four ovvem. Four against one ain't good odds. Four against two is a little better. An' I ain't the one wot figured it's every thief for himself..."
April
She just sighs, carefully, but firmly, wrapping the bandage around him to hold the rag tightly in place "Yea, well, you stayin back meant I couldn't run, which didn't exactly help either of us now did it" She replies, eventually coming to the end of the cloth strip, and tying it off, eyeing it carefully "There, should be fine fer at least a day or so till ya can find a medic or somethin"

Emiko then gets up from the bed, and only now undoes the harness that was holding the small chest, and turning away from Joss, she twists about to inspect her hip where the chest had been resting against, as she had landed on it during the fight, and it almost seemed like there was a soft glow coming from the spot Emiko was looking, a spot that might be more visible with only a slight seating adjustment from a certain boy
Judy
"... You coulda run if y'felt like it. It jus' didn' seem right t'leave you t'handle 'em. Four ovvem coulda overwhelmed you. Three nearly did, they had you on th'ground..." But of course then had been the flash. And as he rubbed at the bandaged side, he spotted a bit of glow which was steady and entirely unlike a candle flame.

"It was *You*, wasn' it? Wot th'magic came from wot blinded everyone."
Joseph
When the snare snagged Marsila's body, the shifter grew agitated before attempting to escape the roped net that the hunters had trapped her in. Her claws made small tears in the netting, yet it wasn't enough to allow her any escape as the hunter tightened the rope around her body. Eventually it became impossible to move her limbs without hurting herself as the sharp needles punctured her skin. 

The adrenaline began to wear off when the points skewered her, causing blood to be drawn as the needles prevented the wounds from closing. Marsila cried out as she suffered through the spikes embedding themselves into her flesh, only becoming worse when the horses rode off with her in tow. 

The shifter's skin tore as she was dragged behind Atovar and the horses, never finding time to heal unless they were to stop, which she highly doubted would happen. Everyone's bodies shrank into the distance as Atovar and the trappers furthered themselves from the villagers. 

What was left of Marsila were her torn clothes and the amulet that laid hidden beneath. She wondered why she had been an idiot and shifted when she did. Even though she had been temporarily blinded by rage, she had left herself open to attacks and landed trapped by the hunters.
Suzanne
The mighty roar of the young lad known as Twiss echoed through the heavens and landed in Rekkan's ears. It was clear that something was very wrong but at the caravan and that Marsila was in the center of attention. The warrior had to go back. He made a promise. He had to keep his promises. The warrior ran as the madman that he was, boiling blood coursing his veins as adrenaline shot his muscles to pump hard and make a sprint past the collapsing mud men and scared mercenaries. The shamanka found herself as an obstacle and tried to move out of the way, only to see the spiral as the last shape intending to swallow her face whole. Rekkan planted her skull on the ground and dragged her for a length, sundering the earth. She was knocked out cold and battered, left to the elements for the time being as the man ran back to the caravan.

He was too late when he arrived, seeing only death and blood in the place of a slaughter. Priscilla was frantically going back and forth between the injured with Swass by her side acting as a nurse. He learned some things from her in his time injured, and more in such desperate moments.

Twiss and Ymir were arguing with Antonius about Marsila's kidnapping. They wanted to take a wagon's horse to give chase to Atovar. Rekkan wasn't attentive of what was being said, rather he burst through the caravan and pushed some of the soldiers aside to make way for his heavy and imposing walk.

"Where is she?!" He asked with a violent and deep tone, as if there was a raging inferno inside of his chest.

Twiss grimaced. He knew Rekkan wasn't in the best of moods for a while, and it would only become worse with the knowledge that his friend was taken away. "I'm sorry, Rekkan! I tried to reach her, but they were too many!" He was about to continue, but the young man received a heavy punch square in his face. It made him reel back and stumble until his back met the ground. Ymir quickly stepped in front of Rekkan and put his hands against his chest. He tried to push the warrior off but met an unbridled beast grabbing his arms and tossing him to the side.

"Where did they go?! I'm going after them!" Rekkan growled.

Antonius intervened. "That was the same man that attacked the village because of you! You made a promise and look at how many people died!"

Ymir sat on the ground and wiped his lips of the dirt. He tried to get up and calm the two warriors down, but Rekkan was already wrapping his fingers around the veteran's neck and lifting his feet off the ground in primal rage.

"I don't care about weaklings like you! Get out of my sight!" He roared, strength pulsing with jutted veins around his right arm as he threw the man away. "Marsila is everything to me!"

"And you still made a promise." A quieter voice joined the men. It was Thomas, the elder. "You said you don't break your promises, Rekkan. Stop lashing out at the same people you swore to protect. Please."

The wanderer lowered his head. He grit his teeth, trying to swallow his anger dry. Marsila was on his mind and his words to her just the night before. Promises. Promises were what governed his broken compass of morality and kept his head on the surface, but his heart was racing and his gut telling him to leave. He said he wouldn't let anyone do her harm. And yet, he foolishly left her side. It was in him. He was mad with himself the most.

"I..."

"I will keep his promise."

Ymir's voice made everyone look at him. Twiss got up and wiped his bleeding nose. He tasted his own crimson with his tongue. The young man knew Rekkan was out of his mind right there, he could understand him, even though he selfishly attacked him.

"Ymir, you cannot take his burden. You're one of us." Thomas argued calmly. "He is a grown man and can take responsib-"

"I am not. I've been thinking about it and decided it is time to part ways when we reach Brindelle." The hunter said. "Yes, it seems like the wisest choice. I have decided to accompany Rekkan."

Ymir's words made everyone speechless. What was the reason for his statement? Even Rekkan was shook. The old man was making such decisions without even talking with him.

"I don't ask any of you to understand, but I have the feeling this is what I should do. Thus, I will take his charge here and lead you all to Brindelle. You *Will* Give this man a horse."

"You speak as if this was a negotiation, Ymir! What's gotten into you?" Thomas was very surprised.

"This is no negotiation, Elder. I respect you, but we cannot keep him from going after Atovar and getting his friend back. I know all too well about losing someone important. I can't just watch him break apart. Every moment matters." He turned to Rekkan and smirked. "We will speak again and my motives will be explained. They departed eastward."

Twiss spoke out. "To Ibethiel! That's where Swass and I came from and where we were hired by Atovar and his men! Rekkan, I'm sure that's where they are headed!"

The wanderer cursed himself. He punched Twiss and tossed Ymir to the side and they still wanted to help him. What was making them do it? Why were they being so selfless after he literally assaulted them? Why was his mind racing backward? Why didn't Marsila's face get out of his brain? All the questions and no answer. Until he had a vision.

Rekkan nodded at Ymir and Twiss and rushed to one of the wagons. He was quick to cut the ropes that binded a horse to the transport and mounted it. Then, he steered the horse towards the front of the caravan and onward, a move seen with confusion by the others.

But the vision was clear. The fallen shamanka was unconsciously releasing energy and manipulating the Aether. She called out to Rekkan as if to beg for redemption. In her own deep state, all she could see was the spiral and the warrior behind it. He galloped towards her and lowered his body to catch the unconscious woman, laying her in front of him. With his instincts guiding him more than his shapeshifter filled mind. He turned to the east and was seen last skirting the caravan in the horizon. Ymir and the others continued on to Brindelle.
April
The thief studied the spot on her hip, pressing at the slowly forming bruise, and straight up stopping after pressing in one spot that causes her to involuntarily take in a sharp, quiet, breath.

The glow disappeared and she turned back around to face Joss, silent for a moment after his revelation, then holds out her hand, a soft white glow covering it up to her wrist "Yea..." She says with an almost sad sigh, the mood vanishing immediately afterwards "If yer gonna go organise a mob or some shit, at least gimme a chance t' get outta town" She adds with a growl, the glow on her hand fading as she folds her arms