Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24530736-20160411172540/@comment-26441125-20160606201858

Jace narrowly dodged the spurt of lava from Mechanical Martyr, jumping to the side as it incinerated the Grimmlings in front of him. He ran forward and used his cords to swing him the last 20 feet, landing by Skye slightly after Grau, who was checking the crumpled boy's pulse. He looked up and nodded, and with a sigh of relief and a cursory galnce to make sure Martyr wasn't targeting him, he knelt by his erstwhile teammate.

Blood was trickling from a cut on his forward, but head wounds bled excessively, Jace remembered, so he was less worried about that than Skye's breath. His exhalations rattled painfully in his chest, so Jace placed a hand lightly of the boy's chest. Sure enough, the Skye hissed in pain and his eyes fluttered. Broken ribs, he was sure. Jace grimaced. This wasn't going to be fun.

"We need to get him to a doctor quickly," he said to Grau. "So I've got to move him. Cover me, please." He glanced down at Skye. "Sorry, friend. I'll try to be gentle." He picked up Skye, who groaned in pain at being disturbed. Jace was surprised by how heavy Skye felt, and suddenly, black spots danced in Jace's eyes, and he felt bile rise in the back of his throat. The spell unnerved him, but it passed, and he and Grau began to move back around the cluster of Grimmlings towards the rest of their team.