<div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/2671/ivymontague.jpg)</div><strong>Ivy Montague</strong>, Carriage #2 [Isabella Levoreaux, Ivy Montague, Imogene Campbell, Ashley Browly, Emily Laroche]<br/><br/>At some point Ivy realized the danger had passed. Through narrow slits in the windows, she saw the last of the Falkovnian soldiers running away from Marcus and his companions. "We're saved," she clapped her hands, giving Ashley another kiss on the forehead, squeezing Imogene's hand tightly. Then a large form leaned against the carriage, whispering something.<br/><br/>Trying to be brave, Ivy looked out the covered window again, and watched as the smith slid down to the floor. "Sebastian!" she exclaimed. "Oh no, some of the men have been wounded. Bella, take care of Ashley. Imogene, would you help me?" Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that the men had put themselves in danger for her, and her friends.<br/><br/>Cautiously she opened the carriage door, and slipped down to the ground near the injured servant. "I need something to..."<br/><br/>Ivy stopped herself, pulling out a small dagger from beneath her skirts. It was a gift from her big sister, Lily; with a chuckle she remembered her sisters words: "If a man should ever try to slip his hands beneath your skirts without permission, Ivy, make sure he doesn't keep the fingers to try again with." Lily was so fierce and lovely; certainly unique and vastly adored by her family.<br/><br/>Looking back down to Sebastian, with a grimace, Ivy used the dagger to cut a strip from her pink dress. She was sniffling and crying as she pressed the decorative cloth around his wound, as she had been taught. "It's okay, Sebastian," she cried, her tears dripping down onto his face as she put the full weight of her small body against the bleeding wound. "We won't let any harm come to you, my brave protector." Blood spread across the delicate cloth beneath her fingers, altering it into a wet, crimson rag.<br/><br/>Somewhere, nearby, a man yelled, "What are you!" and then moments later there was the loud bang of a musket firing...the last such shot of the day. Unnatural mists spread towards her, from the next carriage down, but she didn't move from the side of Sebastian's husky form.<br/><br/>"Help! I need help! This man is injured, please!" She felt weak and exhausted, but she would not let Sebastian die. He was so brave, and she so weak. "Please, this man needs help. Won't someone come?" she was sniffling again, her face wet with overflowing anxiety.