<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Zane Alsanai</span></span></span><br/><br/>Zane watched Azrael attempt too leap from the tree, only too fall from the perch and slam onto the ground beside the trunk.He sighed and a small smile came too him as he approached her. He saw the blood from her wrists and knelt beside her, taking her hand so he could see the wound. "Hold on." He said closing his eyes. A green aura ssurrounded his hand and he carefully placed it over the wounds. A slight look of pain came too his face as the wounds from her wrists seemed too heal, only too appear on his very own wrists.<br/><br/>Once the process was complete his wounds healed up as well from the Sentrada's intervention. He looked at Azrael and shook his head. "You know, the more you run out like that, the less trusting they will all be too you." He said. "Can you walk?"<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Serra Alsanai</span></span></span><br/><br/>Serra walked out of the front entrance of the school, a tired sigh escaping her from working on many of the wounded. The civilians that made it out, the majority needed put down due too the over corruption, turning into Serpentile while still living. It was something very rare and seeing such an amount at once was something she would never forget.<br/><br/>She originally planned too go recollect Azrael, at request of a nurse. But as she exited she saw a form sitting upon the front gate of the school. Moving cautiously, she approached the gate. "Excuse me, are you injured sir?" She asked as she got closer, noticing the weapons he brandished as he cleaned them.