<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div><br/>Michelle glanced up to the trainer, only having briefly met him before but recognizing his face.  It was enough to bring her some relief amidst the chaos; she dropped the rest of the clothes that she'd been carrying in order to let Eliza dress if she so chose.  It wouldn't surprise Michelle if the wounds were too terrible to be able to dress without assistance, but she also doubted that Eliza wouldn't at the very least want to try.<br/><br/>Spinning on a heel, Michelle darted to spin around the house, her breasts bouncing against her shirt with just enough ache to try to pester her.  Sometimes she really hated having to deal with the distraction of not wearing a bra, or having big enough breasts that she couldn't just run when she wanted to, but such things more made up for themselves in other ways.  She could more than handle a little pain if her friend's life was in danger.<br/><br/>Kicking off one of the trees to preserve momentum, Michelle darted up the path towards the front door, not bothering to waste time in stopping to unlock the door.  Leaping up, she simply threw a kick to force most of her weight against the door with a resounding thud.  Unfortunately, unlike the movies, that didn't force it open.  Slightly embarrassed, but still in a frenzy of worry, she threw the door open and rushed over to the rest of the group.<br/><br/>"Miyuki!"  Her eyes peered over the group, trying reflexively to stop for a moment upon Tabby but simply not having the time to waste.  "We need your help; there's been repeated sword injuries.  Come outside, quickly!"  Leaving the rest, she prepared to rush her way back out the door once more.