After the battle, Kuu'rin seems completely unfazed by the amount of comrades that had just died, flourishing her daggers.
"That was so much fun!" Kuu'rin declared, seemingly addressing the two ninjas, Anko and Yoshiko beside her, whom she had ended up next to for the majority of the last battle, "you guys were pretty cool. Kuu'rin enjoyed playing with you guys!"
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Meanwhile, on another side of the room, another person appeared to be celebrating as well, completely unfazed by the amount of bodies around her.
"McKayla, McKayla, did you see that?" Micci bragged, flaunting her water spell randomly as she posed again, "that elf was all like ooooh, I'm soooo scary with my sword and I just made her fall over! See, I told you my spells were deadly, but nobody would believe me. This battle was nothing for a mage of my caliber, now surely everyone shall forgive me."
...Beth is missing a fucking arm. Are you blind, moron?!
Not paying attention to anything the fly buzzing behind her is ranting about, McKayla had been preoccupied with tending the severely wounded Beth on the floor. The bleeding so terrible that McKayla had to improvise a rough bandage to stop the sheer amount of blood coming out of the woman's wound before she could even begin casting her healing abilities. The girls rough language and screaming certainly wasn't helping the situation in a significant capacity either.
"Yes moro-...my child. But this woman is gravely injured and I need assistance," McKayla responded without turning her head, still trying to stop the bleeding coming from Beth's missing arm, "where did Elendra go? She was helping me earlier. I need Cernya here as well."
"Oh! Yeah, right, uhh..." Micci's head darted around the room before she dashed off for a brief moment. The mage returned within seconds, declaring her findings, "Elendra is over there crouched beside the harpy and some other body!"
"You mean Minerva? Are their injuries worse than these?"
"Oh, yeah. They're pretty dead. One hundred percent dead. That was too bad y'know? That harpy girl was such a nice person to me after those caves! Why, I thought the two of us could have been touched by fate but-"
"Yeah, yeah, who is the other girl? Don't tell me she kind of looked like a cleric with long, goldish brown hair."
Micci paused, looking back over again, "ummmm...oh, yeah. She looks exactly like that."
"..." McKayla let out a long sigh. Though, her brief respite of thought was quickly interrupted by Beth below her.
"Hey, I'm still dying here. What are you doing?!" Beth screamed out.
"I-I'm sorry, child! Please stay still, any more unnecessary movement will cause the wound to be infected!" McKayla quickly calmed the girl, sweat forming along her brow as she continued to cast her healing spell against the wound.
"Cleric!" Eisenhilde addresses McKayla, walking up behind her, "I'm overflowing with power after that battle! I need to be checked for wounds immediately."
"Hey, if ya ain't busy, my arm needs healin'" Oola came around another side.
"McKayla, hurry up. There's a wound on my hip," Astrid declared, "I dueled an elf, so I should be first."
"McKayla, are you free?" Amanda asked, "there are more wounded Toxin soldiers outside and they are low on clerics."
"Actually my arm feels kinda sore after all that fighting," Micci was still standing around, "isn't there more clerics around here?"
"Can't you go ask Elendra?!" McKayla responded to her, half raising her voice.
"Oh, no! She seems to be really upset. That would be really rude. Wasn't there, like, a third cleric around here somewhere? The one with the sword, you know?"
"I'm still dying here, you know," Beth spoke flatly.
McKayla, at the moment, desired to disappear through a wall.
How ironic! You try to be evil, yet your healing magic keeps the army afloat! What do you think of your new predicament?
...Just shut up and tell me which of these people around me are actually dying too.
