Kyra yelped as the hounds got too close. Way too close. Thankfully Eric was there to stop them from getting their jaws on any of the healers. She started to pack up, wiping blood across her forehead as she tried to wipe sweat away. The air was stifling hot from the fires. Most of her patients were going to make it. Only one couldn’t be saved, but he had died before she could do anything, and while it ate her up, the adrenaline in her kept her pushing forward. She could have nightmares later.
It became chaos trying to round the injured up and pack up while hounds kept trying to get close and attack. Eric has his hands full, as did Terra’s squad trying to help. As Kyra packed up the last of her supplies she thought she heard a squeal and whipped around thinking there was a hound but instead saw two little girls trying to run out, only to run back into a burning building, a hound hot on their heels.
“Eric! Eric!” Kyra yelled but he was too preoccupied, his hands full as the rogues were rising in number against him, and two rogue Shades were heading his way too. All the other hellhounds were busy too, no one taking mind to the young pup yelling at them.
Cursing she saw no other choice than to take off, none of the veterans seeing her amongst the chaos as she darted past the safe line and towards the burning building. Nole saw her and yelled at her to stop but she ignored him, tackling the rogue hound out of the way of the door, sending him tumbling before lurching into the building, shutting the door against the assialant and whipping around to look for the little girls.
“Hello!? She yelled, looking through the dark, her wolf eyes quickly adjusting. The house was even hotter than outside, the front on fire and slowly spreading. This place would topple soon, and if she didn’t get the kids and her out, it hit them.
“Hello?!” She yelled again and suddenly a blow from her backside sent her sprawling. The rogue had ripped through the door and hit her, muzzle drooling with blood, wild and angry eyes. Kyra scooted back, her heart hammering. Oh god, I can’t take one of these on!
But she had no choice. It wasn’t going to let her walk out alive. As it lunged she rolled out of the way and shifted, a beautiful white wolf with black paws standing up. Thankfully no one could see her in the house, or they’d notice the clear monster hanging limply between her back legs too. As the rogue snarled and lunged again she closed her eyes and took a long breath then attacked, bringing all her Hound training to the forefront of her mind.
She wasn’t the best fighter as a wolf. In fact on two legs with a sword she stood a better chance then on four but there was no sword, and claws and fangs were better than fists. Their bodies clashed and she tore into his shoulder, tasting the cocaine in his blood and whimpering as she ingested some, trying to keep him from tearing her own throat out. She felt her claws sink into his leg as his sunk into her side and she cried out, letting go and rolling away, whimpering from the pain. The house started to groan, threatingly to fall. She could hear Eric barking orders for the healers to retreat, getting them ready to portal out. They’re going to leave without me! Damn it.
The rogue suddenly tackled her, and she wasn’t ready, throwing them both through a burning wall that crumbled. As they fought to gain the upper position she noticed the basement door was open, and could hear someone sobbing. They hid downstairs, probably scared of the fire too. Damnit I need to get him off or we are all dead!
Reasoning to him would be impossible so she reached up and scratched at his soft belly till he shrieked and got off her. She got back up but he was already on top of her, sinking his teeth into her injured side and tearing more flesh apart. She howled in pain, trying to buck him off to no avail. In fact with his weight and his position she couldn’t get him off. And if he kept tearing pieces off her side, soon she wouldn’t be able to move either.
But by pure luck a beam holding the house up suddenly broke and fell as the fire ate away at it and hit the rogue, making him drop off her. She scrambled away, only really able to crawl as she whimpered and shifted back, now naked and bleeding terribly, her eyes burning with tears as she gagged on the smoke. The hound was starting to rise again but Kyra couldn’t fight. She could barely stand with. Her blood loss. She inched herself back, pushing with her hands and feet to reach the basement door and slither behind it as the rogue tried to dive at her. At the last second she was able to slam the door and heard the loud crumbling behind it as another beam and wall fell, the rogue suddenly howling as he was caught in the rubble. With effort she crawled down the stairs, hearing the hound try to break through the door frantically, wanting her dead, but also wanting freedom from the burning house. A part of Kyra hated leaving him to die, but another part understood that this...this was war. And it was either her and the girls...or him.
Thinking of the children, she looked for them but all she saw was an empty basement and a single metal door set in the concrete wall. She could hear crying though, and it seemed to be coming from there.
“Hello?” She called, hissing from the pain it caused, “Hello? Im a healer! A good guy. I came to help!”
What help am I in this condition? She pulled out one of her ointments and clenching her teeth put it on the less deep scratches, helping her body heal. The wound on her side would need a serious healer though. Kyra had nothing that could stop the bleeding with that, except a clean sheet she found on the dryer as she made her slow way towards the metal door, trying to stop the bleeding.
The door slowly opened and a girl looked out, no more than 10. Her sister was inside crying.
“Is the bad men gone?”
“Almost,” Kyra got to the door and leaned on it, “but we have good men taking us to a safe place. If you come with me I can-“
Suddenly from above the house groaned and collapsed in, and Kyra only had seconds to push the girl inside the door along with herself and shut it as the entire first floor collapsed into the bSement, blocking their exit as well as setting it ablaze. Thankfully the room they were in was some kind of concrete safe room, likely built for something else but was currently empty, save for the three of them. Kyra tried the door but it wouldn’t budge, now trapped under beams and rubble.
“We’re trapped,” she moaned, sliding down the wall and pressing the sheet to her side as she winced, “I’m sorry.”
Both girls started to cry and it took all her power to stop wincing from the pain and calm them, letting one cuddle up to her good side, and the other hug her sister. They all just sat there quietly and cried, even Kyra, not even sure if anyone would find them or know to. We might die in here. We might starve to death. Oh god. Oh Mama. Mom. Jayden. Sonya. I’ll never get to see them again.
She closed her eyes and prayed for a miracle.