Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20160330064202/@comment-7497475-20161220085517

Her voice echoing through the trees, Nacoma would find the trio soon. Lust and Misty had found where Novale had landed but paid no heed to the voice calling out. Their reason was simple, one hundred percent of their focus was on their wounded friend. And wounded she was. Her right arm and the side of her body had third degree burns as well as a number of lacerations where her clothes hadn't protected her. Thankfully, the burns were the only serious injury.

"We don't have the supplies for this."

"It's not like we expected a bloody slaver raid! This is kinda more serious than what we should have been up against. We were just supposed to watch those kids, not get into an actual fight!"

Lust glared at Misty, now wasn't the time and they had more important things to do than complain. Such as signalling those kids they were supposed to be watching. Misty got the point of her glare, standing up and moving away several feet. Taking out Fog, she rammed the end into the ground and fired a flare upwards with Dust. It wouldn't be visible for anyone that wasn't above the trees. Or in other words, anyone other than Seiriol. Though someone close by might notice it as it passed through the leaves.

"Probably should have brought them along."

"We didn't exactly think it through before running off. You wanna wait next time?"

The twins were silent after this comment. They both knew neither would hesitate for even a moment if they thought one of them was hurt. Not after what happened last time. But neither would they regret it. Instead, they focused on pouring some of their water over Novale's arm. It was burnt the worst and it was all they could do for the moment.