RP:He Only Wanted 100 Gold...
Kelay Way
What happened before this point is a bit jumbled. Lucas was pretending to be a beggar. Daisy gave him some food. Roseclear said something to Lucas that angered him so he pulled a knife.
Daisy 's eyes widen at the sight of Lucas' knife. "Oh my... " That's right, kitten. Damsel in distress. They love that crap. "Now... just calm down, alright?" She moves between Roseclear and Lucas with both paws up, palms facing each of them. "No one meant any harm." She looks over to Lucas. "Maybe you should just have a drink to settle your nerves." She nods to the jar she just handed him.
Nowfaleena stepped out of the tavern, her bright green eyes scanning the area as she paused on the edge of the street. Frankly, the caracal was bored. She let out a huff of a sigh, as her ears flicked atop her head, and her tail twitched behind her. Of course, her idea of entertainment didn't mean coming across a brawl involving a knife. The anthro caracal froze before she could set foot on the road, her tufted ears were on high alert, swirling wildly atop her head, her tail bristled slightly, and a paw inched toward a hidden dagger, ready to defend herself, if need be. She didn't mind watching the brawl, but she didn't want sucked into it.
Lucas looked at the jar but put it in his left hand while his right now held his dagger, thoughts raced around his head and he began to panic. All he wanted was money so he went for it with a menacing smile and a greedy gleam in his eyes, I want one hundred gold of each one of you or else he backed away from everyone so he could get a good look at everyone and the newcomer, he held the knife steady and there was no shaking which was proof he had done this before.
Creechy crept onto the scene just on cue. Everyone was focused on the man with the knife and he rose out of the shadows undetected. So it was that he crept behind Nowfaleena and grabbed one of her paws pulling it behind her back and then held a rusty dagger to her neck. "You 'erd the man, one hundred gold and nobody gets 'urt. Good kitty, do as e says!"
Roseclear lets an involuntary squeal out as a mysterious man steps out. "can this get any worse?" She asks, courage slowly seeping into her voice. She starts to hatch a plan, as pretends to still be scared and under their control.
Daisy isn't a fighter. Not at all. She's a healer and a talker. "Oh you don't want to do that, I think." She looks over at the caracal while backing towards Roseclear. Rose doesn't look like much of a fighter either, but again - the kitten won't judge. "I might not have that much, to be honest." She makes to go into her bag. That is where her money is, after all.
Nowfaleena wasn't so easily fooled by darkness and shadow. The woman was a caracal, after all. Her senses of hearing and sight were made for the darkness and shadows. So she wasn't in the least surprised by the man who came up behind her. She hissed as he gripped at her paw, a snarl spreading over her maw, "I'm not a kitty." She growled out dangerously, her own weapon glinting against the moonlight as her free hand withdrew it from its hiding place. "Now apologize nicely." Simultaneously she moved to stomp on his foot, and jab her knife into his side, using her agility to pull back away from his blade and juke down, so that she might be able to escape the rusty weapon.
Lucas place the jar on the ground while keeping everyone in view but once seeing Faleena struggle back he rushed straight for daisy to grab her, his knife would rush to her throat and if she even attempting to struggle against him grabbing her and he holding her hostage he would his knife at her to kill. However he did shout, Stay in my comrades control or Lady daisy's very beautiful face gets sliced off he sounded almost calm still but he meant it, just the way he moved was agile and trained, he had been doing this for a long time.
Creechy hoped Daisy was a dear, dear friend to the kitty. But he didn't rely on it. He matched his agility to hers and juked with her, keeping the knife under her chin. He shoved her arm in the midst of its motion to alter its path. Instead of a deep wound in his belly he kept a scratch. "No need for anymo bloodshed then that deary. Just empty your pockets gently…Me and moy frind hea'll be on our way."
Daisy doesn't worry about the audience they have because amazing happens and... she's amazing. Only right now, there's a knife at the feline's throat. Great. Like this has never happened before. "I don't think either of these women care about me, Vincient." That was the name the guy gave, right? Yeah. Good thing she still has a paw in her bag. A bag with all sorts of planty goodnesses for her to play with! Silly thief, taking an armed druid hostage. She doesn't even have to pull her paw out of her bag. She turns her wrist and the little twig twisted in her fingers shoots out, growing into a spear and poking a hole through her bag aimed right for Lucas' belly. Sure, she'll have to get another bag of non-squishery. Small price to pay though.
Hanan emerged from the tavern with a corked bottle under her arm and a bit of a swagger in her step. She crossed the couple steps from the door to her horse--a great big grey one--with her eyes on the whatever-it-was happening right in the street. "Ruttin..." Whatever she was saying was for the most part lost as she put the bottle in a saddlebag.
Nowfaleena growled again at the threat to Daisy. The only connection the two had, was that they both happened to be felines, "Like I care." She hissed, though the situation didn't seem as easy to get out of as all that, as the thieves were able to match her felid agility. SHe bared her teeth, and her claws, as her armed free hand slashed for the arm at her throat this time, her hand pinned behind her writhed in the firm grip that held it as she sought to dig claws into the thief's wrist, "Let me go!"
Lucas thought he hold over daisy and that made him smile but just as the twig hit his chest and his instincts kicked in, he had survived in cenril with all its backstabbing and thief's, about time, that part of his life became useful as he quickly let go to jump back with his dagger now freeing from daisy and slicing the twig in two. He then would drop and roll to the front of daisy, once crouched in front of her his right leg would spring out to trip her then launch himself at her in hope to pin her to the ground and get control over her again this time with knife at throat while his left hand going for the bag to rip it off her and throw it out the way while whistling twice. A sign to creechy he was losing control, they had worked together for years so he knew what it meant.
Creechy checked over to Lucas to understand his predicament. Perhaps their marks were wrong, these weren't supposed to be magicians and skilled fighters! In the midst of this distraction Nowfaleena's dagger cut his arm deep and he dropped the dagger. He left his grip off her other paw and brought that one too around her neck, clutching his wounded one and twisting her over his leg to trip her and try to neutralize her attacks. "Oi'm in a pinch meself Vince. This ain't a kitty, it's a lioness!" He didn't know what she was, but he was trying to save face and make excuses for his incompetence. After all, he had the jump on her and everything!
Daisy is not a fighter, I said! But now she's in one. Great. Now what? That spry little elfman is very quick with his dropping and rolling. He even manages to trip the kitten. What he doesn't know is that Daisy falls... All. The. Time. This has taught her to tuck and roll! Tucking and rolling keeps her from getting too damaged. Not that she can't just heal herself anyway, but still. Magic takes effort and energy and those things should be saved for serious wounds. So! The tripped feline wraps her arms around her bag and rolls away from the attempted pin. Lucas is greeted by a face full of Kelay road... and a tiny cactus that fell out of that hole in her bag. The kitten regains her composure, frowns at "Vince" and digs a paw into the dirt. Oh how that cactus grows! Where the needles stop, nobody knows!
Nowfaleena smirked, success was hers! The coppery smell of blood greeted her senses as her strike hit home! True, she may not be as keen at smelling as a lycan, but even her felid senses were flooded by the metalic scent. She couldn't help but grin at being called a lioness, it was certainly a step up from kitty! Of course, her pride in her own subrace demanded her to correct the assailant, "I'm a caracal, you oaf." She hissed through her smirk as she tumbled over his knee, twisting herself with all her feline agility to land on her own knees, and drive her dagger towards his gut once again, "Ca-ra-cal!"
Lucas before he realized had a face full of cactus but then it got bigger and bigger, oh boy did he let out a painful scream. He shot straight onto his feet and away from the spiky plant of doom, his eyes on Daisy. He was angry, it could be seen that he was angry, Its time to end this game of ours... I really didn't want to hurt you, i wasn't joking when i said you was beautiful but now it goes to waste with a laughter then a spark from his fingers smoke filled the area with one whistle, a sign to Creechy to prepare for the smoke. It was his trick, thank his elven heritage for the smoke that now filled the area. All that could be heard was footsteps every now and then as he tried to make Daisy believe he was in places he wasn't, he threw his dagger at her from behind as he had trained in the smoke and knew his way around in it. Then there was the cactus aiming at her front, once he knew they had missed or hit would come the drop kick as he would jump and aim both feet straight for the felines face, Time for one kitty to taste blood .
Creechy released Nowfaleena and vanished into the smoke away from her dagger stab. It was unfortunate that he was unarmed and arm-wounded and had no location of his old dagger…Quite alright, always had a spare. "'Ca-caral? Never 'erd of it." He wasn't hard of hearing, he was hard of niceness. He wasn't nice is what that means…He quieted down, holding his breath to listen to the sounds in the smoke. The familiar footfalls of his friend over there… Listening intently…he could've heard the sound of the caracal breathing. Towards where it was he saw the evidence of it with the visible exhales churning the smoke. He darted for the spot, his dagger horizontally cutting the smoke and hopefully in a moment the feline. "This could've been a simple transaction!"
Tevah marches herself down Kelay Way, her held her high and her chin lifted, her dignity still intact even as larg globs of mud fall from her. Mud and other river detritus covers both ratty clothes and exposed flesh, bringing not only a foul smell but also a hoard of flies buzzing around her. Still, she remains regal, nodding to those that look her way as she stops before the Tavern door.
Dyzz strutted outside the tavern, dancing a little jig down the lane, in her usual attire. She had gone out and done some shopping, for a big adventure to come...
Krice ventures along Kelay Way from the direction oposing Tevah's approach, and although he is still several metres out, he spots the details of her attire - namely, that mud - quite easily. He arches a brow, but other than this, the man is stoic in his observation. He tilts his head, crimson eyes shift between dark lashes from the muddied-but-still-dignified woman to the skip-to-my-loo cheery Dyzz. Dressed in black loose-fitting jeans (rather, Hollow's equivalent) and a black button-down shirt, with his katana strapped to his back, the warrior looks every bit -not- a dancing young woman or a muddied but regal one. He walks with the quiet confidence of a seasoned fighter, and the quietness overall of a man seemingly removed from the more personal aspects of the world.
Ranok arrives on the hectic scene on Kelay Way in a billow of his duster. Onto the tavern's rooftop he'd landed, springs of mechanical and a boosy of magic in the form of polarizing electricity allowing his 'flight'. The roof tops were incredibly faster then the streets, which is why he used them. It seems that Daisy was in a bit of a fight? With Faleena? And there was smoke all over the place. What was going on? Blood could be smelled in the air, and something about a cactus. It was turmoil.
Daisy wonders where all the captain-save-a-hoes are! She never has to go this long without someone stepping in to rescue the damsel in distress! What a pain. What a... smoke! There is smoke everywhere and it makes her cough a bit. Her eyes close tightly from her crouched position so they don't burn. She can smell him. Where he is and how far away. A furry ear twitches in his direction, but she doesn't move fast enough to avoid the dagger. It sails into her arm, pulling a scream from her lips. Who the hell jump kicks a kitten? What kind of person are you? She manages to push herself out of the way, letting him aim for the cactus instead.
Dyzz approaches Krice, in a rather unexpected fashion. That is to say, she alters her path, dodging muddy puddles, and skips right into him. Oomph.
Krice sees a scuffle up ahead, notices smoke, tastes the scent of blood on the roof of his mouth. Something is amiss. He doesn't even notice Dyzz again until she has walked right into him. His immediate reaction is to halt and take a half-step back, putting distance between himself and the source of the impact. A tilt of the head lowers crimson eyes to Dyzz's covered features and he lifts his left hand to her right shoulder, to correct her balance if she needed as much. " Careful," he speaks smoothly, thereafter withdrawing his palm and returning his attention to the scuffle up ahead. His eyes sweep the scene, piercing through the smoke in search of the offenders; the culprits and the victims. Who are they? Who is in the wrong? Who needs help? Should he intervene at all?
Tevah heel toed into the area and what seemed to be the middle of the fray. Thrown daggers, smoke, the unfamiliar smells that would be a cactus, and all that she had with her were her guardians, those pesky flies. She reached to her belt; there was nothing. She reached behind her shoulder; she caught nothing but a handful of mud that she pelted the ground with disgust. All that she had was her winning smile--even it seemed to have gathered some mud, mind you--and the crackling energies that lit in her palms.
Dyzz is stopped by a palm on her shoulder, she didn't even notice someone there. She looks up at him with a miffed expression, then notices all the same ruckus he had noticed. "Hey, what's goin on around here?" She drew Gae Bolg out from her back, and looked behind her, at all the commotion. What the blazes. . Krice notes the crackling energies on the muddied woman's hands, then glances back up at her face. Despite the smoke, he can see her well enough. To Dyzz, he murmurs a noncommittal, " Not sure," and takes a step past her, toward the scuffle to get a better look.
Lucas hit the floor and missing the cactus thankfully but he knew this pointless, to many people and she had friends maybe just maybe he had a new plan. He walked up to daisy as his mana kept flowing to keep up the smoke, one, two and now a third stomp aimed for Daisy. He was just gonna knock her out and pick her up, he was hers and he would get a ransom he hoped. Money, thats all that matter and as long as he had his brother Creechy they both was unstoppable so he believed. He just hope he could knock her out, his face was still bleeding from the spike of the cactus but it kept him awake, he ripped his rags to wrap it around his face to stop the bleeding and to help with the smoke while he stomped, Bro, leave her and help me. Use the smoke whispers in the smoke, magic. A thief with magic was a dangerous thing.
Ranok lands on the ground. He was heedless of who was fighting who. Frankly, he was just pissed off. Kelay was on fire. Again? Gods damn it all. It wasn't his problem, it wasn't his city, but for the love of all that was good and holy, couldn't they keep it straight for all of five minutes? Springs click as the spurs that could push or absorb shock go back into their slots as Ranok lands, effortlessly dropping the twenty feet. His arms go out, and the vambrace on his right arm was tapped. Arms fling outwards, and he was the center of an explosion of wind and the force of it. He was pushing hard, tapping the reserves of the energies of everyone in the area that didn't have the means to block the sapping. It wouldn't kill anyone or anything, as a failsafe blocked it, but he was pushing *hard*. The idea was to knock everyone the hell down and steal their strength to stand, just so he could get to the bottom of this godforsaken mess.
Tevah was prepared to flounce her hectic energies, tossing them here and there so they could mature on stones, on the ground, and on garments to hasten the nature decomposition leaps and bounds. What she found was her connection to source of her darker magics--whatever that may be--if not completely severed, then choked with another presence. She was bullied from the connectio, and with it her magic was at the beck and call of Ranok. The blackened orbs in her hands seethed, changed forms, and lifted in black smoke in the air, drawn by Ranok's unstable call. She was driven to her knees; her breath became ragged; and what little energies she had left she used to keep her mind from crumbling and her body from becoming completely overpowered.
Creechy loses sight of his quarry, distracted once again by Lucas. "Oi! You be needin 'elp? Oim over 'ere with an 'aff severed arm and you need 'elp!" Despite his complaints and hyperbole he made his way over to his partner in crime. "Sweet litol Daisy. Sory love, you've got a come wiff us now." He hid his knife and used his one good arm to grab Daisy's. A sudden shockwave from behind boosted him off his feet and onto the ground. "Oof", But he was quick to get back up and try to grab hold of Daisy's arm again to drag her away.
Krice 's attention is drawn to Kelay's roof. Ranok... another stranger interested in the smoke and the blood and the fire. His eyes follow Ranok's descent to the ground and then flick down to the springs that enable his boundless movements. Sensing a (disturbance in the force) shift, the katana-harbouring warrior slid his left foot outward an inch after repositioning himself in front of Dyzz, and prepared to take the full brunt of Ranok's wind. The gust brushes smoke and the scent of blood into him, tussling his clothes and long silver hair, and he squints slightly against the elements. When the smoke has cleared and Ranok's ability subsides, he sweeps his gaze out toward the scuffle taking place. He notes two offenders in particular: Creechy and Lucas. A smaller female, cat-like in structure, injured from a dagger in the arm. Daisy. Creechy draws the warrior's attention next with not only the gore presented by his 'half severed arm', but his manhandling of the catgirl. Squinting his eyes this time in contemplation of the situation, the warrior jog forward and calls into the scene. " Oi!" A beat later. " What's goin' on?" He lifts his left hand, glancing from Daisy to Creechy and over to Lucas as his fingers find the hilt of his katana. The weapon remains against his back, dormant for now, as he shoots a brief look toward Tevah, acknowledging her condition. Daisy is in dire need of assistance, however, and the warrior again regards those involved in the situation to get a better feel of what exactly it is.
Dyzz grimaces, wards flaring in response to the draining magic. She admires Krice for his bravery, and valor, but sets Gae Bolg in preparation for a throw... there was Daisy! She seemed hurt! The next to hurt her would... But who was friend, who was foe? It was too hard to tell..
Daisy reaches over to pull the knife from her arm. It's fine. She can just heal her arm and it'll be just fine. Right? She'll be just fine. Panic sets in. She just wanted a little conversation with that girl with the jedi name. But this.... She made a mistake. That moment of healing herself gave Lucas the upperhand. The first two stomps missed, but that third crunched right over her knee. Yes, her effing knee! Ever had your knee stomped in the wrong way? Um-hmm. Awesome. All of Kelay hears her scream. You know it is that kind of a pain. There is no time to pick her up cause Ranok there just leveled anyone not ready for it. Good thing Daisy is still on the ground. Another man's voice is heard. Who the hell is that? Daisy doesn't care. "Enough!" Defend herself... that is what's important now. A circle is drawn around her and from the ground springs bamboo shoots forming a cage around her.. Do they belong there? Would they ever need to be there? No. But you boys better hope you wore your steel panties cause Daisy has good aim.
Jerralith 's stroll comes to a stop at the crowd. Clearly, he's trying to get a glimpse of what's going on.
Lucas was thrown by Ranok's wind and luckily out the way of the bamboo but he still got back up muttered words which caused skeleton arms to come out of the ground in hope to wrap around Daisy's throat, he hoped no one had worked out he was just a rogue that could use illusion magics and the arms was fake, Anyone move and the kitty kat gets it he smiled as he looked at Daisy, Move and you die, remove you magic. Dis spell it before i do by killing you . The half-elf looked around again hoping his ploy and illusions tricked people, after all he did block Ranok's sapping like it was nothing so it seemed. He also cast another spell making his aura seem a lot powerful that it was, trying to trick people to think he was as powerful as even the Arch mage hollow. By all means he wasn't, his illusion was tearing his mana to shreds and if kept up it would break him eventually but he was just giving his brother time to try to grab her and run or just run, She will not be harmed if no one moves and if she doesn't move all the time the blood and rags on his face making him look like something out of a horror movie but even them wounds was now catching up.
Ariella looked onward, a dark grin spreading on her lips. It appeared more dark ones were beginning to attack innocents. How wonderful. It seemed that the god of chaos must be watching over Lithrydel, if this was happening. Her green eyes flashed hungrily, and she pushed herself closer to the action.
Ranok had snapped out Mirabelle. That weapon of his. A tube mounted on a short stock, about an inch and a half in diameter. A lever was on the underside, next to a trigger. Close to the stock, three barrels. And on the top, a hammer. "My patience vears. Release de gurl und hyu surviff. She dies, hyu die. Dere vill be no kompromise. A hostage iz only vorth it ven hyu're able to keep dem in kontrol." He'd been just as drained by his vambrace as anyone else. But he was a big, strong man. There was energy to burn, and anger kept him fine. His arm was kept steady by the virtue of his armor, a service helpfully provided by the magical entity. He was utterly not screwing around. Perhaps Lucas and his friend might reconsider trying to abduct in the middle of the most traveled street in all the lands next time. Then fewer people would play hero.
Creechy struggles to his feet, trying to regain composure. He tears a sleeve off his shirt and uses it as a temporary bandage to keep the rest of his blood until he got to safety to fix it properly. After panting a moment and realizing the urgency of the situation he does. He darts over to Lucas and tells him, "I believe it's toime we made way. Our loives aint worth no measily score of 100 gold!" He forsakes Daisy and takes Ranok on his offer, hoping Lucas follows. Then he aboutfaces and bows and chuckles "That's the last you'll ear of me! Next toime, you won't ear a thing!" Now his chuckle was a cackle. Intending to keep his word he darted down the road beyond the remnants of smoke and scattered plant material.
Krice is aware of Jerralith and Ariella, but only peripherally, for his attention lies predominantly on the three people at the center of the scuffle: Daisy, Lucas, and Creechy. He notes that others have not only expressed their interest, but that there are also people willing to help Daisy. For this reason, he does not interfere any further than what he has done already, but his fingers flex once around the hilt of his sheathed katana as if he might pull it free at any moment. Ranok's warning is complemented by Krice only in that he is watchful for more sign of trouble. With others keen on the scene, the warrior throws a glance over his shoulder back toward Dyzz to see where she is, and then to Tevah--whom, last he saw, had a particularly noticeable issue with something connected to Ranok. Is she okay now? As Creechy runs off, the warrior takes a couple of steps closer to Daisy, the scent of her blood drawing his attention sharply to the injury in her left arm (and anywhere else she may be hurt). He'll crouch beside her to offer his help, first looking at the wound and then touching her - likely under her arms or around her waist - to gently help her to her feet. " Let's get you to a healer." If Lucas decided to stay, well... Then before crouching by Daisy, Krice will produce his weapon and hold it out to the side, not at Lucas; enough that the glint of pristine, sharp steel might dissuade him from acting further against the injured catgirl.
Dyzz was quick to dash to Daisy's side, weapons sheathed. She ripped through the bamboo, using her herculean strength and some good ol goblin rage... and looked over daisy, quickly pulling out medicines and applying them, all stinking to hell, and very, very effective.
Krice pretends that Krice also carefully pulled at the skeletal things, only to discover that, since they were illusory, he couldn't grab them? Or, started to grab them but the illusion ended before he did, and thus, he stopped? >>
Tevah , since the action seems to have died down and believing the sapping of Ranok has lessened if not ended completely, begins to gather herself, her thoughts, and her connection to the magics that she commands, salvaging from the ending feud what had happened. The skeleton hands that grasp Daisy spark her interest and also a headache. She remains completely doused in mud, save for her palms, her drying the mess until it was dirt and was easily discarded with a few claps. Much like a person that has given too much blood, she remains shaky on her feet, but attempts the return to normalcy despite the bodily discomfort.
Daisy is a wreck and in no mood to put up with these hands all over her! Not that she can get them away. How did they get in her cage? She hears threats and promises and fleeing. Does that mud smell like a girl? She can't move. She can barely think. No! No don't take her cage away! She needs it! It is protecting her from the... hands... that aren't holding her anymore. "I am a healer..." she mutters cause... what else can she say. She screams again. Go on... try to move her again. That knee is not happy.
Ariella grinned coldly at the sound of the scream, and at the scent of blood. Her eyes followed the highwaymen as one made his exit. She followed close behind him, her eyes glittering with keen interest. Shee to left to the east, her eyes flicking back to Lucas. She would wait for him alongside the other highwayman.
Lucas flinches as his spells break just as someone touches the skely arms and the arms vanish, his aura of power diminished which left him hoping people didn't figure out it was all illusions, You win, for now... I admit defeat the man clicks his fingers and yet again a spark then smoke, not much and it doesn't last that long at all but was just enough to run. He did what he planned, enough time for his brother to get the hell out of there but he did leave behind something just to haunt Daisy, torture her if you like, Wherever you see bones, wherever shadows lays and the roads seem open and long we will be... For now we are gone but we will be watching and you will never be free for the roads are ours and your purses will be freed the man was gone but anyone smart enough would see specks of blood leading to the east.
Dyzz won, obviously! She does a celebratory pelvic thrust!
Ranok contemplates firing off a shell in the direction of the fleeing highwaymen, but that would be the waste of a shell. He had little time to make more. The magical compression that fueled the propulsion. It was an exhaustive process, and annoying to do. Everything had dissipated. The skeletal arms were an illusion, the smoke was blown away. But Ranok still wasn't happy. Mirabelle was replaced onto his shoulder, the weapon ready. Just in case. As Dyzz was tripping over herself, jiggling all the way, to get to Daisy, and his skills as a healer basically amounted to field aid and rubbing dirt into it, he turns his eyes onto the woman that had addressed him: Tevah, "Vat?" His manner was short, given his mood.
Krice withdraws from Daisy when Dyzz rushes forward to help, his assistance no longer required. He has heard screams before, but when Daisy makes her pain obvious with another, the warrior's jaw tenses. Despite his stoic exterior, he evidently doesn't want to see her in pain. Turning his head, he notes that Tevah is rising and he takes a single step toward her - though only after confirming that Daisy will be fine with Dyzz's care. After all, Daisy is a healer and Dyzz seems to have access to a lot of funky-smelling apparent-medicines. After a final glance in Creechy and Lucas' direction as they run off, the warrior turns his attention to Tevah and murmurs, " Go slow." Her impending conversation with Ranok prevents Krice from intervening further. After a final glance at the situation, he takes a step back and leans forward slightly, sliding his katana into its sheathe against his back.
Daisy sits there on the ground, taking slow and shallow breaths. It is over. The road is clear. The thieves are gone. The warriors are gone. Dyzz is celebrating. Covered in smelly goo that is supposed to be healing, the kitten finally has time to cry. The adrenaline from before is gone and the pain in her leg overcomes her. It’s alright. She can fix it. She is a healer and... there is another scream when she has to put her knee back into place. Breathe, kitten. You’ve been alone before. This isn’t so bad. There now. Pull yourself back into that alley to rest. You can sleep while your body heals. This is a good hiding spot. No one was there to see you anyway.