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Sin and Raiden

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And this is why he never wanted to take the contract. Wards or no, a broadsword through the gut's liable to kill you.
Not to mention making you scream in pain.
Ashes fall from the mage withe very step he makes, and he coughs, hand pressed to his stomach, wound seared closed... but still bleeding inside. Not much of a fix at all, really.
He coughs, actually expelling a bit more ash, and grimaces, slumping against a tree.
Goddamn merchants and their 'quick routes'. Sure, it cuts down on travel by a few days, just going via the local roads... But it also leaves you open to ambush.
Seven bandits, each armed. Not particularly dangerous, but given the fact that the very first arrow volley killed both his employer AND the other guard hired... killing them all was a fairly impressive feat.
Not that matters.
He coughs, and covers his face with a hand, feeling the wet warmth of blood, and knowing he's liable to be dead soon.
He does manage to get another hundred or so feet into the woods, toward the faint sound of footsteps... and then he simply collapses, face going slack as he hits the ground. His dark hair splays out around his face, hiding it and the pale blue of his eyes, all the strength gone from his limbs, his sword already gone, dropped as he fled the wagon. The male is as close to death as he can be, but hearing the sound of steps in the grass. Perhaps an angel, come to take him from this pain...
 
She had only been picking herbs, minding her own business when she heard the crashing. Wide eyed and suprised, the girl had quickly dropped her basket, slinking towards the noise. Sure, most people would go away from noises in the woods. Bears, soldiers, evil things all lurked there. However the girl was a bit naive,and her curiosity overtook her caution.

It was a good thing too. She saw the man right as he fell to the ground. She quickly ran forward, bare feet hardly making a noise in the grass as she knelt beside the fading figure. She gave him a quick glance, and tucked a strand of raven black hair behind her ear, which sloped into a delicate point. Her slender fingers pushed the hair from his face, and she took in the man who lay before her. Mercenary, bandit, theif, rouge it mattered not to her. She only though of healing the soul before her. It was fated they were to meet under such odd circumstances.

Her silver eyes flashed as she placed a hand over his wound, beginning to mutter swiftly, a pale green glow forming around her hand. She knew it was only enough to get rid of the poison and stop the bleeding for a while. She removed her hand and grasped at the bottom of the skirt she wore. With a slight grimace, she ripped the delicate fibers, and set to work bandaging the man. She knew it would need herbs, a salve or such to heal completely, but it was a start. At least he was no longer bleeding.
 
The male stirs only slightly when she touches him, a pained sound leaving him, but otherwise does not stir, remaining unconscious upon the ground.
The magic brings him around, however, gasping as he comes to consciousness, getting an eyeful of her legs, but nothing else, a faint, passing curiosity moving through him as he hears her skirt rip. The bandage makes him jerk in pain, but that does get him more coherent, and one hand manages to fasten around her ankle. "I... gods... thank... you. I don't... I don't think I can walk." he murmurs, unsure if this is real, or just some hallucination... and not particularly caring. All he knows is that he's not dead, yet. He hurts too damned much for him to be dead, all things considered. "Might... if you help me."
His voice is strained, but calm, deep and rich despite his condition. "Hope that's not... asking too much." A low chuckle leaves him, and his hand raises, struggling to find his savior's.
 
The girl jumped as she felt his fingers around her ankle, resisting the urge to pull back less she accidentally hurts him worse. She peered down at him, suprised he managed to wake so quickly.
"Shh..I can help you." She murmured, grasping his hand as he raised it. She did not want him to strain worse than he was already.
"If you wait one moment.." She untangled herself from the man, leaping and running swift and silent to where she had dropped her basket, plucking a handful of herbs from it. Racing back she dropped to her knees, pressing the leaf onto the mans lips.
"Eat this." She commanded, biting a lower lip in nervousness. She was a healer by trade, and knowledge, yet was used to only getting animals or fae folk as her patients. Never a man such as this...
She shook the stray thoughts from her mind, reminding herself she had a task at hand.
The woman gently took his arm, and her silver eyes were serious as she looked at him.
"I may not be able to carry you, but I can help you walk. The bandage and magic should keep the wound from getting worse." She spoke swiftly, and almost in a whisper the tone of her voice mysterious and entrancing at the same time. She knew she had to get him to her home, where she could treat him properly.
"One..two.. three." Strong despite her thin appreance, she hoised him to his feet, his arm around her shoulders and her arm around his side, firm but gently guiding him.
 
The male groans as she moves, but, obviously, can't pursue her, simply laying there, forced to wait.
As she returns, he nearly instantly obeys, eating the herb, and forcing himself to focus upon her. "All... alright..." he says, looking startled as she gets him up, and getting his arm around her- with help, granted-and somewhat clumsily managing to move with her, barely even capable of getting his feet to move in a straight line. "Thank... you again." he says quietly, head lolling against his chest, breathing ragged, but the pain already fading, feeling far less liable to just die on the spot than he was, say, five minutes earlier. "Thank you, ma'am..." he murmurs, barely coherent.
 
The girl placed a finger to his lips.
"Shhh." She muttered, focusing all her energy on getting them to where she needed to be. After what seemed like hours, but whats only a few minutes they arrived at a doorway that seemed to lead straight into the side of a hill. Opening it clumsily, the girl brought him inside and placed him upon the small bed in the corner. She instantly began to ruffle through bottles, knocking one or two over in her haste.
"Aha!" She clutched a tiny vial to her chest, trotting over to the man. She realized he was still very incoherent, and with a slight frown she uncorked the bottle, tipping it gently into his mouth.
"This should work, it's a rare mix. Gives both energy, and boosts healing." She muttered to herself, as if answering a question.
She placed her hands upon his head gently, tipping it back to make sure he swallowed the small amount of liquid.
finally, she leaned back on her feet, observing the man. He was well built, like the soldiers she had seen crashing through the woods. However, it was his eyes that drew in her fascination. The blue color was mystifying, and beautiful. The girl pondered the strange man, yet after a moment she realized she had just brought a stranger into her home.
 
The male shudders quietly, and all but collapses onto the bed. He drinks the fluid carefully, and then quietly looks back at her, still mostly delirious, unsure of who she is... hell, who he is, at the moment. "Thank... you." he murmurs, and then, oddly, reaches up, cupping her face. "So beautiful... maybe you are an angel. Maybe this is just a dream." he murmurs, tired. A smile steals across his face, and then his eyes close, and he passes out, breathing slowly and steadily, face smoothed and devoid of pain now, body taking up most of the bed, with almost enough room for her next to him... were she to completely lay against him.
 
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