Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140613065801/@comment-24684131-20140814094914

Liath watched as Bianca collapsed, face changing from a picture of still calmness to one of worry in an instant. He dropped to a knee by her side, barely catching her last words before she passed out.

"Aaaah shit..."

The boy sat back slightly, taking a deep breath as he thought about what to do. He needed to get Bianca somewhere at least half way safe before looking at her injuries. Looking back down the alley, he remembered that one of his usual haunts wasn't too far from where they were.

Carefully, he rolled the girl onto her back, laying the flame cutter along her body before sliding one arm under her knees, and the other behind her back. With a grunt, Liath lifted her up, snarling slightly against the pain in his leg. Slowly, and with a bit of a limp, he began walking deeper into the alley.

Half an hour - and several wrong turns - later, Liath sat cross legged beside Bianca. They were in the basement of a derelict building close to the dockyard. It was dark, the building having no power whatsoever, the only light provided by the dust crystal in Liath's gauntlet that currently lay in front of him. He had lain his jacket across Bianca, her wounds didn't seem so serious as to require medical attention, at any rate, he needed to think. So he sat in the dark, waiting for his friend to wake up so he could tell her his plan.