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In a matter of seconds, which went in slow motion, Kit ran up to the swords woman, letting out a war cry as he did so. But, as he should have expected, as he attempted to stab her in the heart she easily dodged and with a swift movement kicked him rather hard on the back, causing him to fall onto the ground, but still was able to pick himself up rather quickly, although he was out of breath. A rather strong kick. Although he knew it was near impossible to cause any damage to a person who was most likely an elite, he still attempted to cause a cut as he quickly ran to the back of her and threw the dagger. An attempt he would soon regret as she knocked it away with the edge of her sword, causing the leather handle of the dagger to split from the impact of such a strong sword.

Cursing under his breath, he was still rather lucky to have been faced with swords all through his life, as he was able to quickly read the movements and so was able to dodge the attacks she threw at him once he became weaponless. However, he wasn't expecting her to make a quick and damaging move like she did. While he dodged another attack, she drew out a hidden dagger and while he moved was slashed with it. A deep and rather painful wound opening by his side and soon he fell to the ground, unable to deal with the pain as he was usually a person who avoided any damage due to his quick movements. Placing his hands on his gaping wound, which was dripping blood down his leg, he attempted to get up but merely fell back again. His arms and legs were like jelly, and he felt rather panicked as swords always did cause a slight bit of panic to build up inside of him. And because he was just cut by a sword, well his panic was beginning to develop into aniexty and soon he found himself out of breath and sweat to drip down his face. Being immoblized like this, he was an easy kill.

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The boy was good. Dodging each of her attacks easily, not even sweat dripping down, she knew she wouldn't be able to kill him like this. He was like a snake, he seemed to be able to bend his body in ways so that he could dodge every single attack she laid upon him, even special ones that usually killed even the most skilled of people. However, it had no effect on him. Not that it mattered, as she had a devious plan laid in her head which she knew would cause damage. A move that couldn't be evaded.

Pretending the lay the usual quick swipe, when the body turned to run behind her, she took out her emergency dagger from her right pocket and swiped it along him. Feeling the texture of skin ripping as she dragged the knife across, she knew she had done damage. And from how deep the dagger went in, she knew she did major damage.

With a pleased grin, seeing the boy collapse and his face crunch up in pain, she put her bloodstained dagger back into her pocket. This boy was nothing. Without his fancy tricks, he was merely another teenager, one that had a big head because he could control some elements. Without them, he was useless.

She could see something at the corner of her eye, but paid it no mind, as she knew Jarrah wouldn't be able to face all of her men and still save this lad. It was nigh impossible. Well, so she thought. But, as she walked towards the boy, her sword raised to execute the finishing blow, she suddenly stopped. A pain shot through her body like a poison and her sword dropped as her arms suddenly froze. The amount of pain running through her veins caused her to stand still. Forcing her eyes downward, she was shocked at what she saw. A single arrow, with the marking of her army etched into the wood, she knew she had just made a fatal mistake as she saw a faint light flow through it. She had paid no attention to her men, assuming that they would be able to handle Jarrah even though a voice whispered in her mind that it was stupid. The arrow had gone straight through her chest, easily going through her metal armour because of the light magic which was cast upon it. Falling to her knees, the taste of blood on her tongue, she began to cough as she felt a rather thick liquid clog up her throat, making her unable to breath. She was about to die, and to the hands of that bloody boy. Turning her head, her eyes flaming with hatred as she saw the hidden body of the blonde, she laid a curse upon his very soul. She had failed her mission, but perhaps there was still hope. Having gained some power back in her right hand, she got her dagger and with a smirk, threw it towards the element controller. She knew she would hit somewhere, perhaps not somewhere fatal, but somewhere that including his earlier wound would cause him to be on the brink of death. She then fell onto her face, feeling lightheaded as more blood came up from her mouth and restrained her breathing.

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Feeling weak from the loss of blood, but still delighted that the woman fell from the arrow of the blonde, he began to laugh. Without her, the leader, surely this was a victory? The mercenaries would be easy to pick off without a leader to tell them what to do? Yes, they had won. But, as he laughed, another shot of pain shot up his already aching body. Letting out a loud cry of pain, he looked down to see the dagger in which the woman had from earlier deep in his leg, and from what he could tell as he couldn't feel his legs, had cut many nerves. Even though they had won, it didn't seem as if Kit would survive, as he began to see spots flash before his eyes as the loss of blood caused him to be lightheaded.

[Kilaray]

Got her.

After the arrow struck, Jarrah released the breath he didn't realize he was holding. He would wonder later how he managed to land such a critical hit on the woman, as he had only expected to incapacitate her. But for now he had to keep an eye on the remaining hunters. The woman was no longer a threat.

Taking a quick glance behind him, he only found four mercenaries left. It seemed they hadn't wanted to get too close to him since the burst of light, and their uncertainty was evident now that their leader was out of the picture. Jarrah didn't want to waste anymore of his energy on Alaron's flunkies - because he was going to need it. He could see that the boy was badly hurt.

The medic forced himself to stand, doing his best to ignore the sharp pains in his own injuries. Speaking of which, it felt like the old one in his leg was acting up. His best bet was to encourage these guys it was in their better interest to leave rather than prolong this confrontation. Loading another arrow, he aimed it at the nearest mercenary, infusing it with a little light magic once again. Jarrah was by no means an intimidating man, but he made himself stand straight and shot the men a look that clearly told them to back off.

True, typically he was a lousy shot and the one at the woman had been a lucky hit - but these guys didn't know that. If anything he should have been able to convince them otherwise. However, if this didn't work, he and the lad were both screwed.

The stand off ended after several seconds, when one of the hunters signaled for the others to stand down and retreat for now. Jarrah lowered the weapon and let the light fade once they were out of sight...but he knew they would eventually be back, after they had a chance to regroup and scheme up a new plan of attack. Though that should leave him enough time to tend to the boy to make sure he was in no immediate danger and then skip town. He didn't dare stay any longer than that.

A cry of pain startled him and he spun around to search out the source. He tensed when he realized it had come from the boy and the woman was still sitting up. Why was she still alive?! Damn it, she was a stubborn one to pick off.

He stumbled a little as he turned to point the arrow at the woman, ready to let her have it a second time. Surprisingly, it would prove to be unnecessary. Almost immediately she toppled forward and didn't move again.

Jarrah was a bit reluctant to believe she was dead now - though he had to admit he couldn't see how she could hold out much longer with an arrow clean through her chest. Still, he had learned not to drop his guard around his brother's mercenaries until he was sure. So he made his way over, walking with a noticeable limp now, and watched her for a short moment. If she was breathing at all, it wouldn't be long before her body gave up the fight. Now she wasn't a threat.

Turning his attention to the boy, Jarrah couldn't help being a little surprised. Other than the gash in his side and the dagger in his leg, the kid was for the most part unscathed. The medic had been too preoccupied to see what happened between him and the woman, but he figured the kid must have at least some kind of combat training to be able to hold his own for as long as he did.

Sitting next to the boy, Jarrah set the bow and arrow down to dig in his bag for a few things, then slipped it under the other's head to elevate it. Now that he was closer he could see the lad's injuries were in fact serious. But not life-threatening so long as the bleeding was brought under control - though the kid was likely thinking otherwise right now. It was for this reason Jarrah didn't remove the dagger. As much blood as there was seeping from the wound, the blade was in fact preventing the boy from bleeding out. He would leave it alone until he was ready to work on that particular injury.

Jarrah tried to be careful as he wet down a thick cloth and pressed it to the the boy's side to staunch the blood flow, though he knew there would still be a lot of pain involved. On any other given day, the medic would have been able to heal these injuries, at least enough so the boy wouldn't be laid up more than an hour or two. Today, though, he was too drained. He could heal the other a little for now so he wouldn't die, but the rest would have to wait a day or two until he got some of his energy back.

The barrier around the tavern had long since dissipated, and now he was beginning to see several onlookers gathering in the doorway and elsewhere in the street. Jarrah was accustomed to being watched closely after one of these confrontations, whether it be from curiosity or anxiety, and most of the time he tried to brush it off. But right now he just wasn't in the mood to be gawked at. If he wasn't mistaken, there was supposed to be an inn a short walk from here. Once the boy was stable enough to be moved and his leg had a chance to loosen up, he would get them there to allow both of them a chance to rest properly. Then tomorrow he would see to it the boy returned home before making himself scarce.

Keeping the cloth pressed firmly to the wound, he shifted his position so he could easier see the boy's face. Clearly the younger was in an incredible amount of pain and looked like he might be about to lose consciousness. Jarrah would have liked to let the kid fall asleep so he wouldn't have to deal with any of this agony, but he needed him to stay awake. At least for a few minutes.

The medic worked up his usual smile and kept his tone chipper in an attempt to mask his exhaustion and help the younger to calm down. At the same time he reached for the bandages he had brought out of his bag. "Hey, you still with me, son?"

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Because he hadn't gotten a injury for quite some time, having his powers to protect him from any weapons, he was almost sure that if the loss of blood wouldn't kill him then the pain which shot through him every time he took a breath would. Plus, the taste of blood in his mouth was almost enough to make him puke out his insides. But, that may have just been an exaggeration.

He wasn't sure what happened in the next few minutes. He could see, he saw the customer coming over and doing something, but he couldn't hear anything. A very loud ringing was in his head, blocking out any noise that wasn't his own breathing or pulse. His gaze drifted a lot as well, as if he couldn't keep his mind on one place. It was a strange, and almost scary feeling. A vulnerable feeling, and knowing that if any enemy came up and tried to attack, he wouldn't be able to stop it, which caused a slight panic attack to grow inside of him. Always having has his powers, it was strange and very very scary for him to be so vulnerable, not being able to summon anything.

Thinking over random thoughts that drifted into his head, his gaze drifting all over, he began to feel some of the pain which ached inside of his body to stop, making him snap slightly out of his daze. It seemed like not as much blood was coming out of his wound from before, as because he regained some feeling in his hand, it seemed all the blood had dried. He wasn't sure if this was good or bad, but because the medic was here, he did feel a bit safer. Not seeing the spots flash randomly in his eyes so vividly anymore, another good sign, the ringing also cleared and it made him much more at ease to hear the murmur of the people from the tavern and the sound of the wind gushing through. Then, a voice. One that he easily recognized as the blonde, but still for a split second thoughts it to be his master, a thought which quickly faded as his gaze turned over to the source.

Although he had regained most of his senses, it appeared he still couldn't move his mouth to well, well more like control it. Because as soon as he parted his cracked lips, wincing as he cracks began to bleed on his lips, blood began to drip out and his tongue seemed like an object he couldn't control as a slur of mumbled words came out. However, closing his mouth again, taking time to regain some sense in what he said next, he said slowly, blood dripping out onto the grass with each word.

"I'. . .m. . .swill. . . .'ere. . ." With a hoarse and light chuckle, forcing a smile on his lips, he then made himself say another sentence.

"Fank. . . .yo. . ." As another slur of blood suddenly came up his throat, forcing him to cough rather violently onto the ground, Kit found himself falling back into a daze, the ringing from before slowly but surely taking over his ears. He just felt so tired, he wanted to sleep, and yet he forced himself to stay away. He needed too. He was too scared that if he went asleep, he might not wake up. But he knew he would survive, especially with the medic here. He was used to this sort of stuff right? Kit remained pondering that thought as his daze from earlier took over, the pain numbing out any senses.

[Kilaray]

It was all he could do to keep the smile on his face unchanged. As a medic, Jarrah was no stranger to seeing folks in such a condition, and plenty of times had he seen worse. Yet for some reason it was...it was proving very difficult to see the boy so vulnerable and barely able to talk. Maybe it was the stark difference from the determination he showed earlier, or because he was still young.

As the younger started coughing, Jarrah moved him just a little bit to keep him lying on his uninjured side, being careful not to hurt him. Didn’t need the boy choking on his own blood. He also reached into his collar and brought out something he hadn’t used in years – a small aqua stone tied to a chain necklace. It had its own healing powers of sorts, but he hardly used it anymore. It did nothing for himself and it was rare for a stranger to become this involved in his affairs. The stone wouldn’t be enough to heal the boy completely, but it would be more help than what the medic could have done on his own at the moment. At the very least it would bring any pain down to a bearable level.

Whispering a few words in an Elfish tongue, he rested the stone on the cloth covering the boy’s injury. A faint blue light became visible under his hand as he turned his attention back to the boy. “Try to relax, all right? You’ll be fine, I promise.” With a lighter tone and a wink he added, “Nobody dies on my watch.”

The dazed look in the boy’s eyes hadn’t gone unnoticed, so Jarrah didn’t know if he was conscious enough to be aware of what he was saying. But past experience had taught him that a voice to focus on – even when the words couldn’t be understood – worked wonders. So he kept talking, though he didn’t expect the lad to answer. “You did well today, son. I’m impressed at how well you can fight. Those guys can be a troublesome bunch. I appreciate your help.”

After a moment the light faded and he lifted the cloth just enough to check the injury. It didn’t look nearly as bad as it had a short time ago and the blood flow was mostly under control. The boy would still have a lot of trouble moving around until Jarrah finished healing him later, but he was no longer in any immediate danger.

Holding the chain in his mouth, he reached for the bandages again and started wrapping up the wound. Now he had to figure out the best way to handle removing that dagger. Wouldn’t be the worst idea to have the lad bite down on something to keep him from biting through his tongue.

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Like a dream, Kit saw random and odd creatures pop in and out of his sight. A flying cow was there at one point, that almost made him laugh out loud from the madness of it all. But, he thanked his mind slightly as without those strange creatures poping in and out he would have screamed from the pain, which now was just a faraway pain, like someone poking him several times. Blinking slowly, his eyes dry and itchy, Kit heard a very faint murmur, as if someone were whispering to him. But, looking at the lips of the medic, he guessed he was speaking normally, it was just the ringing his ears had produced that was blocking it. Not able to understand, he wondered if this is how animals heard our language. A faint murmur, unable to understand, like a different language. It was how he pondered on such thoughts, not usually giving things like this much thought in his busy life. Then, another thought poped into his head that almost made tears spring to his eyes.

Is this how mom and dad felt before they died?
An awful thought to think of at this time, and because he hadn't thought of them for a while, his heart began to ache from the lonliness he felt on a daily basis. Not aware of it, but because he saw glowing figures in his vision, he slowly raised his right hand and murmured.

"Mom. . . .dad. . ." The figures smiled and waved to him before they disappeared like ghosts, fading away. He felt like crying, going into a deep hole and never coming out. It had been so long since he had ever thought of his parents. . .so long. . .But, trying to get away from those thoughts which hurt him, he stared lazily at the medic and what he was doing. He was biting onto a stone, an odd yet beautiful stone, one he hadn't seen before. Was it a magical stone of some sort? He had presumed so, as something about the way it very very lightly glowed seemed to be special. Unique. With a stone like that, he felt more at ease, and soon the ringing stopped in his ears and he didn't see random figures jump into his vision anymore. That must have meant he was getting better wasn't it?

[Kilaray]

Jarrah almost paused in what he was doing when he heard the boy's murmur but instead his smile faded just a bit. Oh no...don't tell me I'm dealing with an orphan.

Something about the tone in the other's voice just didn't sound right. But he wasn't going to address it now and neither was he going to bring it up later. If he found out he was right and the lad was on his own, it would only make it that much more difficult for the medic to walk away, teenager or not.

But that murmur could have meant any number of things. No point in concerning himself with it - he would just have to make sure he steered clear of the subject of parents.

Once he was finished wrapping the boy's side, he broke off part of the arrow shaft and carefully moved the other so he was lying on his back again. At the same time he brought the lad's head up to rest in his lap so he could better keep track of his condition. The younger seemed to be regaining some of his mobility and lucidity, but the pain would return tenfold in waves for a short while when that dagger was pulled out. Jarrah wanted to be in a position to keep the lad from hurting himself worse if he started thrashing around.

He placed the arrow shaft between the boy's teeth before digging in his bag for another cloth. Setting it and the stone near the injury, he carefully took hold of the dagger as he shifted his gaze downward. This time he needed to be sure the lad could hear what he was saying, so he spoke a little slower. "You're doing well, son. We're almost finished. I'm gonna pull this thing out on the count of three, so I want you to bite down on that shaft when I do, okay? Do you understand?"

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Then, weirdly, Kit felt as if he were in a sauna. The temperature of his body raised and he could feel himself . Plus his mouth was dry, and he could hardly swallow. It reminded him of that one time in the beginning of his journey where he had landed in a small desert, but he could summon water to his need, so he just about survived although he was basically a rack of bones when he arrived in the next town. Now however, he couldn't feel his hands to summon any water so he was left to just patiently wait until he was better. Or before he passed out. Either or.

Panting slightly, feeling sweat dripping down his face, he focused himself on to what was happening to take his mind away from his dry throat which ached for a liquid of some sort. Blinking rapidly, feeling himself being lifted, he found himself staring up at the man's face. Staring silently, feeling something between his teeth, he attempted to listen to what he was saying as he saw his lips move and form words. The ringing has quietened somewhat, so he could grasp what he was supposed to do, and he knew that his body, or more like his leg, was going to be in agony for a few minutes. Swallowing down his throat, but to no use as he had no saliva, he put the shaft in such a way so that he could bite down quickly on it with no fear that his tongue would be anywhere it. With the childish thought that he didn't want to do this, he just wanted to leave the dagger there, he knew it was for the best. He could possibly lose his leg if it remained, or something worse, and right now he didn't need any of it.

Closing his eyes, forcing himself to take deep slow breathes even though it was just making his throat even drier, he then mumbled slurred words again, his tongue not able to form sensible words due to him being so agonizingly thirsty.
"Ota. . .y. . .I. . .woundr. . .sand" He was never really good with pain, but he needed to be a man. It was like when he had fallen down that tree and had broken his arm, it was painful, but he got through it. Just like this, he would survive. As if a mere dagger could kill someone like him. That one thought made his cracked lips turn up into a small smile as he exhaled slowly, ready for the pain ahead and preparing himself.

[Kilaray]

Who knew exactly why the other was smiling, but Jarrah would rather see that than the other expressions and remarks he'd been making over the past few minutes. It meant the boy was improving - though the medic did happen to notice how much he had begun to sweat. Probably had a fever that just broke.

For a quick second he brought his hand away from the blade to rest it on the lad's forehead. Yeah, he had a fever, all right. Not surprising. He would see to that in a minute. For now - the dagger.

"Okay. One...two...three." The blade came out with a quick yank. Jarrah immediately dropped it to have a hand free for restraining the boy if his movements got out of control. With the other he was quick to press the cloth on the injury and the stone began to glow again. The pain would fade after a moment or two, but in the meantime the boy would have to do his best to bear it.

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Kit knew exactly when the dagger was pulled, as within seconds his entire legged to be on fire. Biting down deeply on the arrow shaft, his jaw clenched as tightly as he could, a loud moan of pain echoed from his mouth. Gripping the ground underneath him with his two hands, having just gotten his feeling in them back, he focused his attention on just biting the shaft. It seemed like that took his mind off the pain, even if it were only for a few seconds.

Breathing deeply quickly, and exhaling just as quickly, he tried his best to keep up with the pain, but it seemed endless. Or perhaps time was just moving very slowly, maybe it had only been a few seconds since the bloody dagger was pulled from his leg, but so far it felt like years. Feeling more sweat drip down his face, gradually the pain began to fade away, until it was only a slight stinging. By now, he was feeling rather faint, and while spitting out the shaft, he rested his head on the medic's knees while panting. Then, after catching his breath after going through quite a lot of pain, he grinned up towards him and said.

"T-Thanks. . ." Closing his eyes, he tried to slow down his breathing so it was normal, and all the while feeling an overwhelming sense of fatigue wash over him. He just wanted to go sleep, he didn't care about water or food, sleep was the most appealing thing right now.

[Kilaray]

He had to admit he was pleasantly surprised at the amount of restraint the boy showed in dealing with the pain. A lot of adults he met didn't have that much self control. It made his job easier, and he was able to get the leg injury wrapped much more quickly.

"T-thanks..."

Jarrah smiled a little, but there was a hint of guilt underlying it somewhere. If he had gone into the woods to escape the hunters as he normally did instead of trying a new tactic by blending in with the villagers, the whole fracas could have been avoided. And there was nothing he hated more than dragging someone else into this dangerous situation who didn't ask for it.

At that point he assumed the boy had fallen asleep, so he reached into his bag again for another cloth and his canteen. After wetting down the cloth he set it on the lad's forehead to help bring his temperature down. Speaking out loud but mostly to himself he muttered, "I'm sorry about this." Turning his attention elsewhere, he slipped the chain back over his head as he took a moment to refresh his memory as to where the inn was supposed to be.

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Now releasing the ground from his fierce grip, his knuckles aching from the intense handle he had on them to try and overcome the pain, he then opened his irises slightly again. True, he did want to sleep, more then anything, but he felt the need to go into a bed. That idea appealed more to him then him laying down on the rough ground, making of the rocks below him stabbing him in the back. However, getting there might be the problem, but perhaps if he limped most of the way, he would be able to find somewhere.

Staring dazily at the grass which moved gently along with the wind that caressed him like a mother, although the warm stroking didn't help as it just seemed to make him feel more warm. Already he just felt like stripping naked and running into the nearest river to try and cool off, but he knew it was foolish to think of that. Sure he could hardly walk, much less run. However, his forehead suddenly cooled down considerably, as if someone had placed a block of ice there. But, knowing that was unlikely, he guessed it was some sort of wet fabric. The sensation was familiar of when he was treated by an inn keeper for being a good few years back. It was strange getting such attention, he was usually rather independent, and to find himself on the lap of a strange whom he had met an hour or so again, well it seemed rather out of character for him. But still, he didn't mind. Plus he didn't really have a choice.

Surprised by the murmur he just barely caught, he forced his eyes to turn upwards towards the man through his long sandy brown fringe. Staring at him with his emerald irises, he once again smiled towards him as he said teasingly, although the teasing didn't come out very well as his voice was rather raspy.

"Don't be sorry there, I usually meddle with people's affairs, so don't put this on your shoulders ok?" Meaning what he said, even though his voice was rather weak so no emotion was heard in his words, he tried his best to get his feelings across. He was truly in debt to him now, from possibly saving his life and by saving his leg. Even though he had gone into his business without permission. But, that was the sort of 16 year old lad he was. A complete fool, but he did mean the best.

Then, a thought occurred, so forcing himself to speak again, wincing as he did so.
"What happened to the people in the tavern, are they ok?" Only remembering them cowering into the back of the small tavern, grabbing nearby chairs and plates, he had completely forgotten about them. How he hoped that none of them were killed or injured.

[Kilaray]

He hadn't expected the boy to respond, so it startled him a bit when he did. Jarrah was a little surprised at his words, too. By his estimates, the kid wasn't older than fifteen or sixteen, but he behaved and spoke less like a child than some adults he knew. The irony of it almost made him laugh out loud.

His own smile did brighten a bit - though he knew he wouldn't be able to shake the guilt from the boy being hurt, even if he did decide to get involved on his own accord. The situation replayed itself too often in the same manner, so he couldn't help it.

At the mention of the people from the tavern, his gaze drifted towards the group lingering in the doorway. He couldn't make out what they were saying, but they were talking in hushed whispers. Speculating about these "bad men" and why they were so hell-bent on catching one person, no doubt.

Well...let them speculate. He felt no obligation to answer to anyone. Except maybe the boy, since he had decided to get involved.

Hearing the raspy tone in the other's voice, Jarrah carefully moved him so that he was sitting up. He made sure to keep him supported as he reached for the canteen and held it up so the lad could take a drink if he wished. "Don't worry about them. No one else go hurt."

Then he remembered something. "Say...I don't think I ever caught your name, son."

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Relieved to hear that the people were safe, he sighed as he relaxed his tensed muscles. Unsure as to why he cared about them so much, he just knew he wouldn't be able to bare if any of them so much as a broken bone. They were too innocent, they didn't need to get involved. They probably had families, wives and husbands that they needed to get back to.

Blinking, surprised that he had forgotten to mention his own name, as it was usually the first thing he did, a hoarse laugh broke from his dry lips. It seemed like things had happened so fast today that he forgot to introduce himself. He too realized that even though the medic had saved him, he didn't know his name either. To him, it was rather odd. Raising his hand up to the medic, offering a handshake, another usual thing he did when he learned a person's name, he said happily, although his voice cracked slightly.

"Sorry about that, my name's Kit. What about you?" A smile plastered on his face, he looked up with his emerald orbs, staring at the medic's face. By now, his face was covered with dirt and sweat, so then, with a brief laugh, realizing how filthy he felt, he said.

"Um, as much as I love lying on the ground, could we go to an inn or something?" Ending with a brief yawn, Kit's eyes began to half close, the weariness from earlier coming back. However, to keep himself awake, he listened to the hush voices of people a few meters away, presumably from the tavern. They appeared to be all ok, from what he heard anyway, but they did seem to have been quite shocked to be attacked. Perhaps it was their first time in this village that people had come in that would kill them without blinking an eye. How innocent the villagers were.

[Kilaray]

The medic flashed his usual smile as he gave the offered hand a quick shake. "Jarrah. Thanks for your help, Kit." He did appreciate it - it wasn't often someone was willing to lend him a hand so easily. He just wished it didn't have to reach this point.

Well...at least the boy hadn't been killed. Jarrah had too many dead souls on his conscience already. He didn't need, or want, another one.

His thoughts were diverted with Kit's next comment, and he couldn't help laughing a little. "Right, of course. There should be one a few blocks up the road." Throwing everything back in his bag, he tossed it over his shoulder and winced when the strap bumped against his own injury. Now that he wasn't so focused on tending to the boy, he was beginning to feel the sting in all those cuts and his other wounds. His leg didn't feel so stiff anymore, but he'd still be limping slightly for a short while. The walk to the inn would help with that.

He started to stand, moving to help Kit up as well when he did. "Think you can limp your way there?" He could carry the boy on his back if it proved necessary, but a little exercise wouldn't be the worst thing for that gash on Kit's leg.

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"Ah, well thanks again, Jarrah." Saying his name, testing the new word on his tongue, Kit flashed a bright grin towards him. It still amused him how stupid he was, not even introducing himself, but he would save laughing at himself until another day. When his throat didn't hurt so much perhaps.

Appreciating the help, once he had gotten on his leg, he winced slightly as he tried to lean on his hurt leg, only to regret it when a fresh taste of pain ran up his leg and body, like an electrical shock. However, already knowing that Jarrah had gotten wounds as well, he knew he should be independent. The pain was bearable, just about anyway. So, hiding then pain with a weak smile, he lifted his right hand into a thumbs up as he began to slowly limp towards where he presumed the inn was, but being a newbie in this town, he wasn't entirely sure.

"Yeah, no problem, this pain is. .ah. . .nothing." Laughing while saying this, wincing at the same time, he stopped for a moment as he realized he really had no idea where he was going. Turning his sandy brown head towards the tavern, and after yelling to them for directions, a few of them pointed to the inn, which was the opposite way to the way he was heading. Giving a wave as thanks, he then slowly turned away and backtracked his steps, wincing slightly with every step, but trying his best not to show the pain. He had to be a man after all. While passing by Jarrah, having gone a few steps the other direction and now in the place where he began, he said with sarcasm.

"I totally know where I'm going." Trying to use his good positive mood as a way to relieve the pain they probably both felt running up through their bodies, he kept his mind on falling asleep on a nice, safe, bed. Sighing, he began to wish he had a transportation power that could magically transport him into the front of the inn door. Oh well, he thought of this as a test, to see how long he could put up with his wounds.