Faust's vision began to blur.  His inability to move was slowing down the beserker juice from being pumped into his system, and he was gaining himself back... now realizing he had to fight to live, his mind begins racing.  The only thing he had that could qualify as a weapon were his own claws, and those had proven worthless, even with the beserker juice.  Still in an outrage, he began kicking and squirming, and cursing at the creature that was dragging him along.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Marice frowned.  "Kinda!! I got knocked down before the fight began! Not fair!!"  She said, in a very juvenile, pouty voice.  She took the door, straining to lift it up, and set it back on its hinges.  She looked towards the human that had stabbed the bulldog in the eye.<br/>"Well you heard the First Sergeant, block the door!!  Help me fix this up so someone can't just come walking in! ....As fun as it sounds if they would..."<br/><br/><br/><br/>Emiko jerked her head up.  "First Sergeant!! I-I need medical attention..."  She said, aiming the stub of her wrist at him.  "I c-couldn't tie a tournequet with one hand...." Already, her face had lost color.  She zipped her bag up, her body trembling slightly.  "I n-need you to grab a stick or something.. something you can use to twist the cloth tighter around..."  In her mind, she kept replaying the image of Seraph swallowing down her hand... Damnit!!  If he hadn't have done that... who knows!!  Maybe they could have reattatched it somehow or something!!  Maybe using one of the damned fur's juices or something, she didn't know!<br/><br/>Jenten moaned, stirring a little, but not regaining conciousness.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Kitten frowned.  "She lives a little away from the city, huh?  Anyway we can avoid the city altogether and get to her?"  He grinned a little.  "Maybe a little off-roading is in order."