Yuna's command was enough to keep her men in line and they lowered their gun and polearms down as their commander rushed forward. There was no further activity on the roof, at least nothing that Yuna would be able to pick out. No doubt Kovacs and her sharpshooters would be hesitant to reveal themselves and risk causing further panic.<br/><br/>Tabitha Calas was on the ground, a puddle of her own blood pooling beneath her when Yuna arrived at her side. The crowd of shocked Shalans and their supporters were either too out of it to really register what was going on or glaring angrily in lieu of actual action. The divine light from the wand flowed into Calas' body and the chest wound and its internal damage were sealed up, like turning back the clock a few seconds ago. But the woman wouldn't open her eyes.<br/><br/>A pair of combat medics pushed through the crowd and arrived in the clearing around the plaza's fountain. Between the two of them, they had a stretcher. Rushing over to Calas' side, one of them was already opening her medical box while the other went to check for a pulse. After a tense second, the pulse-checker let out a sigh of relief. "Unconscious. But she'll live." The relief that descended on the scene was thick as fog.