This was getting nowhere, this talking, talky talk talk.  Now the shot, however, did solve the talking problem, but created a whole other problem altogether as Yuna's eyes were drawn to where the shot had come from: a nearby rooftop where there currently was<em>nobody</em>.  Well fuck all kinds of duck!<br/><br/>"HOLD HOLD!  EVERYONE GUNS AND WEAPONS DOWN!" Yuna shouted at her own men, not yet going for her pistol. "Any one of you with their weapon up is under arrest for treason!  GET ME MEDICS NOW!"<br/><br/>Yuna dashed forward into the stunned crowd, navigating through the impeccable density of people like water flowing through the cracks in a pile of rocks.  As an expert in close quarters and urban combat, such a thing was child's play for her to get to her body with but a click of her boots and a burst of magical speed (BoS 9/10).  Once she got to the body she had a wand in hand, and with an activation put her hand to the woman's wounded chest that the powerful, divine healing energy went into her.<br/><br/>Yuna needed this woman to live, and she needed her to do so<em>badly</em>; this city was going to be a riot otherwise!