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Even though he attempted to slow down his beating pulse by thinking calm thoughts, it didn't help at all. It seemed as if his heart was determined to keep his pulse at such a quick tempo that soon his face was flushed from the blood pulsing. Plus he began to sweat as well, which made his face feel itchy and filthy as beads of sweat began to roll down his already dirty face.

Turning away as the medic set to work on his mysterious wound. Kit tried once more to recall any sort of memory, only to be slightly more disappointed as he failed. What happened that caused such a large, and quite painful, wound. All he could musker up was that there was some sort of fight and he had obviously gotten injured. With his right hand, doing a little swirl, he blew some cool air into his face, trying to blow away the irritating beads of sweat which persisted to roll down his face.

From the corner of his eye, Kit saw that the medic had turned. So, curious to see how his wound was, he was quite surprised to see nothing but a faint mark, as if he had suffered no more then a slight wound where not even blood had been shed. Tracing his fingertips along the outline of the scar, he eyes turned towards Jarrah, to which he gave a grin and bowed his head slightly.

"Thanks, it's been a while since I was treated like this by a medic as professional as you." Of course, it had been quite a while since he had suffered such an injury, usually being quite experienced in battle. However, his grin faded into a wince as he saw the wound on his leg. Again, it looked like his stomach wound, although it didn't hurt as badly. Only faint pangs every time he tried to move it.

Turning his face towards the ceiling, blowing yet more cool air around his face with the flick of his wrist, Kit then asked slowly, trying to make himself appear as sane as possible. He was rather being in the dark like this.

"Hey. . .what happened?"

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He didn’t answer right away as he went about healing the leg injury. Part of him hadn’t expected Kit to remember everything that happened - the boy was pretty out of it at the time, possibly a little delirious. However, Jarrah wasn’t sure how far he wanted to go into it. Yes, he owed the boy an explanation regarding the hunters, but...

For the moment he decided to stick just to what happened to Kit. He could go into further detail later if the kid asked. “There was a fight at the tavern. Remember the mercenaries? The woman in charge hurt you pretty badly.”

He was prepared to explain that one, in case Kit didn’t remember they were originally after the medic. For now, though, the light in his hand faded and the leg injury was healed. Jarrah tossed that wad of bandages with the first and dropped the cloth in the water bucket.

By now the sun was beginning to rise, so there was plenty enough light for him to see by. The glow in the lantern faded as he reached for it, and he gathered up the bloody bandages. As he stood he grabbed the cloth again and wrung it out, handing it to Kit. He could see now how flushed and dirty the boy’s face was.

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[Happy late christmas and new year (:]

"A fight. . ."

It came as a slight shock to him that he had been involved in a fight which had left him so wounded yet couldn't remember it at all. Not a single piece. It was rather frustrating, but he didn't want to cause a headache from trying to force his brain to give out memories. Instead, he let out a slow exhale of air and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the leg which still hurt him whenever he tried to move it. With a soft chuckle, blowing up locks of his air away from his face as a source of amusement, he said.

"Let me guess, I decided to play hero in the middle of this 'fight', and then got screwed over? Typical me. . ." Although it was far from 'typical', it had happened to him before. A long time ago when a village was under attack by a few local trouble makers. Of course that time he sent them packing, their tails in between their legs. This time, it appeared he was the one who lost.

Wincing slighty as some of the first rays from the rising sun hit his face straight on, Kit leant forward in order to avoid the blinding beams. His eyes now open, he looked towards the cloth which was being handed towards you, and with a mumbled thanks, he took it and buried his face into the damp cloth, feeling relieved as the dirt and possible dry blood began to wash away from his face, making him feel refreshed. Although he was feeling odd, very tired in a way. His limbs were beginning to ache slightly, as if he had run a marathon, and his eyes stung from the lack of sleep due to the troubled dream. And, to top it all off, his empty stomach let out a very load and long groan of protest from being empty for so long.

Slowly taking the cloth away from his face, using the other side to wipe away the remaining dirt and whatever else was on it, he placed it on his side and leant his head forward, as if he were about to get . However, he wasn't. In fact, he was feeling fine, although he did feel himself beginning to get weaker with every passing second. Why? He was unsure. With both of his wounds now cleaned, having looked at his leg when he leant forward, he should have been feeling stronger. But, that was not the case. It was odd, being so vulnerable.

Turning his emerald irises towards the medic, he gave a soft weak smile as he again gave his thanks.

"T-Thanks again, I'd be pretty screwed if you weren't here."

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[[ooc - back at ya ^-^]]

“Let me guess, I decided to play hero in the middle of this 'fight', and then got screwed over?”

Yeah...that was pretty much the way it happened. But other than offer an uneasy smile, Jarrah said nothing. Instead he turned his attention to cleaning up the mess and intended to mend the tears in his shirt, now that he could better see what he was doing.

However, the boy’s weariness didn’t go unnoticed - and neither did the loud complaint from his stomach. For a minute it seemed like he was going to be , but it passed and Kit was left looking just plum worn out.

Originally the medic planned to just leave it be. But after being thanked again, Jarrah felt another twinge of guilt nagging at him. By the sounds of things, the lad couldn’t even recall the reason for the fight, why those mercenaries attacked the tavern in the first place. He should probably clear that one up ... but then again, maybe it was better the boy didn’t remember. He’d be less likely to want to play ‘hero’ again.

Deciding to drop it, the medic worked up something close to his usual smile and sat on the edge of the mattress again, this time resting his hand against Kit’s forehead. “Hold still a second.” Normally he wouldn’t bother with this and let a person’s exhaustion wear off on its own. But Jarrah needed to get out of town as soon as possible before the few surviving mercenaries regrouped and pulled the same stunt again. The longer he had to keep an eye on Kit, the better the chances it could happen.

His hand glowed faintly with a light that was different from before. Rather than healing, this time Jarrah was using an old technique to replenish a person’s energy by transferring some of his own to the boy. It wasn’t harmful to either of them - it would just leave Jarrah a little worn for a time. But at least Kit should start to feel some of his strength coming back.

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In a bit of daze, Kit found himself staring at a certain place in the middle of the wall, not noticing Jarrah at all. Random thoughts and memories flooded through his mind, questions that he could not answer, memories which he could not remember too well, and just muddled words. It was rather odd, and soon he began to see flashing dots in the corner of his, rapid blinking dots that made him lift his arms and rub his sudden sore eyes.

However, within a moment, he suddenly felt fine. As if whatever happened in those past few moments didn't actually happen and he never felt tired. Tired, a bit puzzled by this sudden burst of energy which was running through his veins, he felt a pressure on his forehead. Looking up, he only saw an odd coloured glow, but he knew it was yet more medical spells being preformed on him. Giving a soft laugh, closing his eyes and feel at ease because he didn't feel so weak, he added.

"Heh, being a medic sure does have its benefits." Then, hearing a commotion outside, Kit opened his eyes and stared at the door. A fight? It sounded like one as he could hear stuff being thrown around and a lot of yelling. Taking a deep breath, Kit got off the comfy mattress, and steadying himself against the wall, turned to Jarrah, giving a glance at the window which was at the far end of the room.

"I think that means we should probably go before that fight gets us involved." Being rather used to running out of inns or jumping out of a few windows, he didn't hesitate before he slowly began to make his way over towards the window, the yelling from down the hall becoming louder and more fierce.

[Kilaray]

Jarrah tensed when he heard the ruckus on the other side of the door. He couldn't be sure the source of the commotion was the remaining mercenaries - for all he knew it could just be some unruly drunk. But neither did he want to chance another face-off with them. He didn't want to have to spend still more time keeping an eye on Kit should he get hurt again, and neither was Jarrah in any position to fight them after the energy transfer he'd just done.

Still, there was a nagging voice in the back of his mind chiding him for being such a coward as he grabbed for his bag and coat. He hated running like this. But this time he didn't have much choice. The old geezer would get over a few broken windows and chairs. Maybe.

Seeing that Kit was already headed for the window, Jarrah threw it open and motioned for the boy to try to pick up the pace, not saying a word.

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Giving a glance towards the door, which began to shake slightly from things being thrown around, he then half ran towards the window. Looking outside, he saw it was quite a jump. Luckily his leg seemed to be working and didn't hurt, for now. So, taking a deep breath, he slowly put his legs over the window, making sure not to touch his now faded injury in case it sparked a chain reaction of pain. Then, counting to 3, he jumped.

Landing rather awkwardly, trying not to put so much pressure on his leg, he winced as he felt a slight pang of pain which shot through the muscles, but after a moment it subsided. Luckily no one seemed to notice there rather suspicious exit, as most of the people were quite busy since it was still early in the morning and everyone was opening their shops. However, he still felt like he was being watched from somewhere. Giving a quick sweep of the area, he found that there wasn't anyone around that he could see, but still he didn't feel so sure that it was safe to remain here too long.

Wiping his forehead with his hand, he slung the rugsack, which he had grabbed on his way o, out, over his shoulder. He didn't know what was going to happen from here on out. It was anyone's guess. Giving a quick glance towards Jarrah, he then asked, keeping his voice low in case someone overheard their conversation.

"So, where do we go from here?"

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Jarrah waited until the kid was out of the way before slipping from the window as well. He didn't bother sparing a glance back towards the door - he could hear things hitting it and that was enough reason for him to want to clear out. The landing caused a jolt of pain to shoot through his injured side and he stumbled a little, but he caught his footing and quickly straightened up.

His conscience was telling him not to leave Kit alone until he knew they were both clear of any chance of danger. There was no guarantee - if these were in fact the mercenaries - that they wouldn't go after the boy just because he had been at the tavern. But he reminded himself that the few who remained were far below the level of the woman who led them. With as many as Kit took out in round one, Jarrah was sure he could handle three or four.

At least, that's the reasoning his anxious mind reached. He was in a hurry to get out of there before any more trouble was created and anyone else was drawn into the situation. And he sure as hell didn't need a tail - capable or not, Jarrah didn't want to have to be responsible for another's safety. He had tried to do so in the past and failed miserably.

So when Kit asked his question, Jarrah's casual laid-back demeanor pulled a complete 180. The smile was long gone and his tone became a touch snippy, if somewhat nervous. "We aren't going anywhere. You're going home." He hated taking that tone with people, but he found it to be the only reliable method of keeping them away from him.

Without another word or glance to the kid, he turned and walked with a brisk pace towards the outskirts of the town.

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"Eh?" Obviously confused by the sudden change in the once calm voice which came from Jarrah's mouth, Kit stared silently as the medic began to walk away rather quickly. Left gob smacked, this was nothing he had planned. Plus, the fact that he had mentioned 'home', well Kit was left feeling sour and rather unhappy, like a little boy who's mother didn't buy a lollipop for even though he begged and cried for it. With this in his mind, it made him feel like a child all over again, something which made his mood worse as he stormed out of the alleyway, going in the opposite direction.

Not usually one to be in such a bad mood, he wasn't too sure what to do, and so settled for just grumbling to himself rather loudly, causing many odd looks to be thrown at him. And of course with his limping leg, even though there was no cut, must have made him look rather odd. Plus his dirty clothes probably didn't help the matter, at all.

"I don't need that stupid medic. I can handle myself! I've been along my whole life, why did I think I needed such a fool? Psh, exactly, I don't, yup, not me. Kit, the single wandered, only looking after himself!" Stopping at the end, putting his two hands on his hips, he struck a pose in the middle of the street, again causing people to murmur around him, kids pointing at the crazy one.

After taking a few deep breathes, which slowly began to make his mood disappear, and in the end was only left with a sense of loneliness and embarrassment. He was acting like such a child, and without looking at the people whom gazed at him with bewilderment, he continued on his journey outside of the village. People always left him, he didn't know why he felt quite hurt. Perhaps Jarrah left because he felt he was just in the way? Probably, he was injured after all, and after causing such a scene at that 'fight', to which he still couldn't remember, he probably caused a lot of trouble for him. Plus he had to spend so much time healing him. Now, it wasn't such a surprise that he left, but more of a surprise that he didn't leave earlier.

Now that his mood had changed from angry to slight depression, Kit found himself wandering out of town. In a daze, it caused him a huge shock as an arrow flew right past his head and flew into a tree just in front of him. Hearing shouts and voices, he turned around to see a few large armed men running towards him, shouting. 'That's the guy from the fight!' Oh, so these must have been the survivors from that infamous fight.

Sighing, not really in the mood for a huge fight, Kit turned his body to face them and shaking his hands to get a good circulation going, he began to walk towards them, his arms now ready for more elemental spells. He wanted this over and done with.

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He was almost out of town when he found himself slowing his pace, eventually coming to a stop within sight of the village borders. He would have thought that after ten years of this he might have become numb to the guilt that came with telling people off. Or at least indifferent. But no matter how many times he reminded himself it was better in the long run, it never made it any easier.

Now was an odd time, but he suddenly remembered his reason for coming into town in the first place. Well...besides hiding from the hunters. Pulling open his bag, he muttered a curse. He was hoping his supplies could have waited a while to be replenished. But after tending to both Kit and himself - and he would still be changing his own bandages for several days - he'd run out of things well before he reached the next village.

Might as well get this over with now, before the mercenaries figured out where he was and caught up.

Turning on his heel, he headed back towards the business district, intent on finishing this as quickly as possible and getting the hell out of here. On his way there he heard someone calling him and he tensed - but he quickly relaxed again when he realized it was just the old man he'd paid to fix Kit's dagger. The thing was finished and ready to pick up.

Crap. He'd forgotten all about that. Guess he was going to have to face the boy one more time...

Before he got very far, he heard a ruckus a couple blocks up the street. Jarrah veered off to the side alleys to avoid being seen from the main road, just in case. Sure enough, it was coming from the four remaining hunters. And they were going after Kit.

Again he muttered a curse under his breath. He had convinced himself a few moments ago that the lad could handle a few of this guys. But now that he took the time to actually think the situation through, he wasn't so sure. Kit was likely still sore from his injuries even though they were healed. There was no guarantee this wouldn't go wrong and the kid wouldn't end up in the same boat he was in yesterday. Or worse.

This week just kept getting better.

Though he knew he was in no position to efficiently stand up to these hunters right now, he couldn't let the boy clean up his messes and keep a clear conscience. Jarrah was too careless the previous day to eliminate all of these guys - Kit had just been pulled in on accident.

Maybe he didn't have a whole lot of energy at his disposal after tending to Kit, but he had enough that he knew he could incapacitate them, and that would make it easier to get rid of them. He'd be tired as hell after this, but oh well.

For the moment he stayed out of sight in the alley, clasping his hands together and muttering something in Elvish. The spell he was casting would hold these guys still for a minute or two and at least keep them distracted. Rings of light would bind them and cause severe burns - though, unfortunately, that was the extent of it. Still, it would allow for enough time to get rid of them with relatively little trouble.

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Pausing in mid-stride, surprised to find that the soldiers had suddenly stopped running. In fact, they seemed to be frozen to the spot, although he could easily see they were struggling. After a while he could see what was going on, very bright large circles of light surrounded them. Looking around for the source of this magic, he couldn't find anyone. Perhaps that person was hiding in the shadows to keep themselves hidden? Of course, the one person whom came to mind when he thought that was Jarrah, but it couldn't be him. After all, he went off in the other direction.

Taking advantage of them being immobilised, even though it was a cowardly thing to do, he began to back away and soon turned around and ran towards the forest on the outskirts of the town. Once there, if they did follow, he would have more of a chance of winning without much effort. But, alas, the spell didn't seem to hold too long, and even though they had rather painful looking burns on their arms, they sprinted full force after Kit. And they were a lot faster then him, so in a matter of moments they were right on his tail.

With his legs still rather weak, he knew he didn't have a chance of outrunning them, and the forest was still a good bit away. So, giving a sudden halt, he quickly summoned a spell and within moments surrounded himself with bright flames. He had to move quickly, as already he was beginning to feel his muscles ache with protest. Waving his hands back and forth, he caused the fire to latch onto one of the men, bringing him down, causing the man to scream. But, only for a few moments, before the fire ended his life.

Panting, sweat beginning to drip down his face, he dodged a punch from one of the first whom reached him, and with stiff movements, summoned the air and blew him over. It wasn't very effective, but if gave him enough time to again run to the forest, although he knew he would probably have to fight them. After all, because of those spells, he was feeling very drained. And he knew how he was when he was too drained. He had to do this quickly.

Ducking as yet another man shot a few arrows, each hitting more of the trees, Kit continued to run, although he was beginning to stumble. Again to buy himself more time, he summoned more flames and with a quick hand movement made the fire go into a deadly line of flames which would prevent them from passing. But, again, it would only last a few moments. But perhaps those few moments would allow him to hide in the protective shadows of the trees. He could already hear their huge boots begin to stamp it out however, and in a few seconds, he would be screwed. Usually, if he was well rested and fed, he would take them on easily. But, because he hadn't eaten for a while, and his power was pretty much drained, it was only a matter of time before he gave up. He had forgotten how any sort of elemental control demanded quite a lot of energy, hence why he had stood so boldly in front of them at first. Now, he was just running away, like a coward.

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Jarrah sighed quietly as he saw Kit take off. Good. Part of him was hoping the boy's common sense would kick in and he wouldn't try to face these guys. But that relief was short-lived. He suddenly felt a sharp pain shoot up both arms and the spell was disrupted, freeing the mercenaries once the rings faded.

Completely taken aback, Jarrah was suddenly uneasy with what just happened. That binding spell was one of the simplest to pull off and didn't require much energy. If he couldn't hold it any longer than that...he was more drained from the energy transfer than he thought.

Damn. That complicated things.

His thoughts snapped back to the hunters when he heard them running off. Grabbing a dagger, the blade glowed with a faint light as it was let loose to fly towards the nearest enemy. At least this was guaranteed to work - if it ever reached a point where he couldn't use such a small amount of energy, he'd be dead. The knife caught the mercenary in the neck, and he was down in a matter of seconds.

Whether it went unnoticed by the other hunters or they just flat-out ignored the fact that one of them was missing, he didn't know. They'd have to be pretty dead set on catching Kit if it was the latter. By the time Jarrah retrieved his blade, the other three and the lad were well out of sight. Only a painful scream alerted him to the direction they'd gone. Sounded like Kit had taken one of them down, as well. Two left, then?

By some miracle, Jarrah managed to catch up and found the last hunters stomping at a wall of flame to put it out. He couldn't see Kit anywhere, so he assumed he must have been hiding. By now the medic was very much out of breath. Long distance running normally wasn't hard on him - but this morning it was a different story.

Seeing as he had very little magic left to work with, Jarrah instead dug a small elongated whistle from his bag and gave it a quick blow. Right now he would have to rely on what little sound magic he could use to stall these guys until he could get it together. It didn't take as much out of him, since it used existing sound to work, whereas the light he had to create from scratch.

The whistle's frequency wasn't one anyone could hear, and it took a lot of self-control to get his heavy breathing back under control to do this right. He was forming a barrier to hold back the remaining hunters and buy a little time. They couldn't see it, but they would sure feel it if they ran into it. Jarrah didn't know where Kit was hiding, so he had the barrier encircle the mercenaries to prevent them from going in any direction. They were stuck where they were until he either let the barrier fade or was knocked out - this one was much easier to hold together.

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Just as he saw the last of his fire being stamped out, Kit braced himself for a more physical attack strategy, but was only left surprised. As the men began to ran forward, they instantly fell backwards, as if an invisible wall stood in their way. Confused by this, they then began to punch and kick at the invisible substance which was preventing them moving. Of course, using this to his advantage, Kit continued to run, although now it was just a slightly fast walk as his legs began to shake. It was at times like this that he wished he had eaten before he took off anywhere, again a lesson which he always seemed to forget.

As he continued to run away, his mind wandered slightly to provoke a question which was lurking in his head. Who was making all of these spells? Once more, his mind went to Jarrah, but he was again left with confusion. Wasn't he a medic, not a spell caster? In normal circumstances, he would have looked at the fight from earlier for some proof, but alas he couldn't remember, something which caused him to be angry with himself once more.

After what seemed like a good few hours, but was probably around 4 minutes, Kit finally fell to his knees from exhaustion. Panting, sweat dripping from his face, he leant forward as he began to cough, his throat sore and raw, which meant that everytime he took a breath he coughed, something that would prove very troublesome if it continued. But, now that he was in the forest, he stood a better chance if any more of those men from before came for him. Hidden in the shadows, even though he could no longer use his elemental controls, he could hide and wait for them to go. It was a cowardly move, but he knew he didn't have many options. Unless he wanted to die or something stupid like that.

So, somewhat crawling, he hid himself behind a bush, lowering his breath in a way that no one would be able to notice if they stopped. But, just in case someone did happen to come across him, he grabbed a large rock beside him and held it tightly in his hands which were pressed to his chest. With a good smash, he could knock someone out if the chance came upon him.

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A few minutes later, the last two mercenaries were finally down for the count. Honestly, if someone had asked, Jarrah wouldn't have been able to tell them what happened. He'd be darned if he could remember what he had done to take them down. All he knew was that he was more tired now than he could ever remember being in recent years.

And his injuries from yesterday ached like hell. Especially the one in his side. It was all he could do to stand up straight. As it was, he had to lean against a tree to stay standing until he could catch his breath and steady himself.

Once he felt he could walk without tipping over, Jarrah wandered off towards the woods, hand pressed against his side to ward off the ache. He guessed that's where Kit had been headed to get away from the hunters, and it made sense - the foliage made for pretty good cover if you could find the right place to hide. Who knew if the boy was anywhere nearby, but he was at least going to check.

After several minutes of walking with no signs of Kit, the medic came to a stop and glanced around, listening for any hints of someone hiding nearby. With his heightened hearing it normally wouldn't be too difficult to do - but right now he heard nothing. Just the occasional forest animal.

He started walking again, figuring by now he wasn't going to find the lad. Even so, as a last attempt, he called the kid by name once to see if he would get any response.

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After what seemed like a good few hours, and with his limbs numb and cold, Kit decided that the men must have run off or gotten bored looking for him. Either way, it didn't seem like they were coming after him, and they especially weren't going to in the dark, which was coming soon as the sun began to set, casting everything into an orange glow.

So, falling over on this first attempt but managing to stable himself, Kit stretched out his limbs to try and get the blood going once more. Right now he felt exhausted, what with the panic attack his heart almost had and using magic when he really shouldn't have, he hardly had enough energy to stand up, but he knew he had to find shelter somewhere. And food, yes food was an essential. The mere thought of food made his stomach grumble and his mouth water.

Stumbling through the foliage, tripping on some hidden tree roots, he froze when he heard his name being called. It certainly wouldn't be those men, since they didn't seem to know his name. Plus he didn't tell just anyone his name either, only a few people. So, since the curiosity got the better of him, he began to make his way towards the area in which he presumed to voice came from. Grabbing a nearby rock once more, and pressing his body against a tree, his figure shrouded by the shadow, he then asked, his voice echoing the area so that no one would be able to pinpoint where it came from.

"Who's there. . .?"