Grasping her wounded arm, Sybille followed the winding corridor along with the others. But about halfway towards the exit Marek ushered them to go on ahead while he stayed behind. He didn’t tell them for what reason but upon hearing the loud rumblings, and feeling the very tunnel tremble quickly made them understand what he was up to.<br/><br/>Having reached the outside world, Sybille took a deep breath of the fresh forest air. Still wincing at the pain in her shoulder she turned around and yelled at the tunnel,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“Marek?! Marek?!”</span><br/><br/>The monk was a speedy fellow because not long after his large frame emerged from the shadows.<i>Thank the gods</i>, she thought to herself.<br/><br/>She sighed audibly when Jynx gave her another earful. She turned around briskly,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“We were surrounded! How the fuck was i supposed to know that was you throwing me in the dirt and not another outlaw!? Next time warn a person before you pull shit like that!"</span><br/><br/>Sybille snapped at Marek when he urged to inspect the arrow. She sat down somewhere and tore her blouse open to give him better access to the injury.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“You better hurry, we don’t know how many more of them there are.”</span><br/><br/>She dreaded what needed to be done but without another word she removed her leather belt and sunk her teeth in it, nodding at Marek while the girls helped by holding her down. She braced herself and then flinched, growling and groaning into the leather belt as Marek broke off the shaft and then pushed the arrow through her shoulder.<br/><br/>She dropped the belt from her teeth, panting. Marek then placed his hands on her shoulder. Wondering what he was about to do she suddenly felt a soothing warmth spread through her shoulder, staring down at Marek’s glowing hands.<br/><br/>Better, he asked her. Sybille moved her shoulder to loosen it up and was surprised to feel no pain whatsoever. She knew Healing magic existed but she never witnessed it first hand. Healing magic was reserved for the Clerics and priestly types, people she didn’t interact with.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“Yes, better. Thank you. I didn’t know you could do that…”</span>And just like that Jynx manages to ruin a good moment. Sybille’s anger was getting the best of her as it was starting to affect the environment. As was witnessed by bandits earlier, Sybille had the ability to control the elements of Water and Ice. And right now the area they were in was starting to get fairly frosty as ice particles were manifesting on the leafy ground, trees, and pretty much anything else that stood its way. Their breaths were becoming visible and a chill nipped at their skin.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“First of all, you don’t know anything about ‘pirate life’. Unlike you we don’t sneak around when we battle. Second of all I was unarmed and outnumbered, and don’t have fancy abilities like the Changeling monk. I learned to pick my battles and sometimes it’s best to think things through instead of sounding the fucking alarm by massacring everyone in this camp. And if you wanna see my tits, you’ll need to earn it!”</span><br/><br/>When she was done ranting she noticed the sharp icy spikes that surrounded the group...oops.<br/><br/>She took a deep calming breath as the ice began to thaw out. Pushing through the group she motioned for the Dwarves, who stood by awkwardly caught in the middle of their argument.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">“The Fort is that way...Let’s move…before we freeze…”</span>