Up on the Hillside

"Me? I'm alright!~"

Flynn stared at the girl, concern washing over his features as blood caked her being. Honestly, he couldn't tell how much of it was from her body and how much was from the mistlings'.

This was not good. She was injured, and Mizuki was practically plowing into a mine field. This couldn't go on any longer.

"Can we get a healer over here?" He called as he projected his voice, his arms thrashing back and forth. This had attracted more unwanted attention, as he had presumed. A Nemisi plummeted from the skies and clamped onto his heightened hand. He winced as it attempted to drag him skyward, only to result in him toppling on the ground instead. It must've been surprised when he drove an arrow through its ribcage.

Flynn shoved the motionless carcass aside, ripping the arrow out and refueling his bow. He heard Mizuki's voice nearby.

"Hey, Flynn... Is Krasin alive? We might be heading to the same boat." He, through a good amount of scanning, took another glance at Krasin and studied his condition. He was no professional, but perhaps he make use of the small amount of knowledge on field medicine he had.

"He doesn't look dead, considering the Lasher didn't get at any major organ," He responded, attempting to ward away a few other mistlings. Why did he have to talk so much? "But I think he might've been poisoned."

Flynn hardly picked up her next command, although he assumed it had something to do with the other Beastmaster.

The other Beastmaster.

Flynn froze, searching madly for the girl. How could he let her slip his mind like that? She was in no such condition to stand, let alone fight. He bashed another Arubi as he took note of her position.

He moved over to her with a sharp whistle, Narati huffing up the hillside a few minutes later. She was laced with blood and irritation, conscious to the fact that she wasn't exactly one of Flynn's top priorities. The Arubi didn't make eye contact with him as she attacked a Lasher, only causing Flynn to swell with guilt.

No. He couldn't deal with one of her fits right now.

He turned towards the bloody girl, examining her wounds. They were fairly deep.
"Don't worry, there should be healers here soon. Just keep some pressure on that, okay?" He asked in a somewhat desperate tone.

(I'm just moving us over here. That cool?)

Professor Frost and Roman ran in silence, the seriousness of the situation on the hill now fully realised. Theodore pushed aside his frustration at the boy; his complete and utter belief that his resolve would let someone die in his care one day, and then how will he feel? But now wasn't the time. Not the time at all. If he had to learn the hard way then so be it, and there was no better time than this to test the young knight's mettle.

Teddy becaeme aware, as they headed in the direction of the hill of more and more Mistlings becoming hostile towards them. The area round the medical centre had been cleared and was being protected by knights about 100 yards on each side. Now they were in the periphery of the battleground. The situation as a whole had still not come back to Teddy, nor the details of their deployment. But from what he could see, the mote on the far side of the bridge was long breached and they were fighting to maintain this one. It occurred to Teddy slowly and quietly that they might not win. If there were any other humans left on the entire world, Atlantis had no knowledge of them, and most severely doubted it. After all, such people would be heathens, following some barbaric old religion, or worse, some savage new made-up one. Anyway, this meant that there was a globe's-worth of Mistlings to pour through that barrier, and only a city's worth of people to defend it. Blessed as his people seemed to be by the Great Dragons, it remained an idea to Teddy that the extinction on mankind could occur in the blink of a eye. Then there would be no earth, only Eventide. Like we were never here. And the great dragons would remain in the stars, watching down on absolutely nothing.

Surprised, Teddy felt his hand shoot round in an arc-shaped swipe and he watched as the vital goo burst from the slashed abdomen of a bug-like mistling. He hadn't even had time to think, but he supposed it must have been lunging for him. In his hand he held a scalpel. Maybe he'd never put it down. It glowed white hot. Teddy grimaced and sped up. He hated combat; it was so clumsy and graceless. No time, no precision. He checked quickly over his shoulder to ensure the boy was still with him as they approached the hill. A beastmaster student was shouting and waving for medical aid, but the three of them were swamped with Mistlings. Teddy attempted to appraise the situation.

"Kairn, get those animals off her!" He ordered, climbing the hill with long strides. He looked over at the boy who had been shouting and another girl nearby who was wieldling an absurdly large sword."You two, make a perimeter, make sue nothing gets within 20 yards of here."

He could barely see the girl through the attacking beasts.

"Go on! Be of use to someone, in the name of the Fifth." he shouted, encouraging Roman to go, go and sort out this somewhat overwhelming situation. Meanwhile, still clutching scalpel, which was glowing slightly with golden heat, Teddy sifted through his medicine case for field dressings. Breathing shallowly and closing his eyes he imbued them with a little of that golden energy. When he was done it occurred to him that he'd lost the use of his right arm again, rolling up his sleeve he saw that a large purple bruise had formed at the crux of his elbow. Now that he's broken the floodgates he would have to be careful with his light magic from now on, the stress was causing the recoil to affect him faster than normal.

He took the light-infused dressings and headed further up the hill.

Mizuki scuttled past Flynn. A few mistlings trailed behind her, which he took down swiftly. She couldn't fight; her thigh was veiled in a layer if crimson. Her wounds seemed to be more dire than those of Mitsune, taking her inability to stand into consideration.

"Mizuki!"

"Hey, Flynn.... Look at that pretty, pretty Kirin Jello thing..."


She was delusional. Her finger was aimed at nothing in particular, her voice distant and faint.

"Yes, it's very pretty!" He agreed, attempting to suppress his anxiety. "But you have to hang in there."

Oh, by the Second. Where were the healers?

A few mistlings had begun to encircle Mizuki again, attracted to the seemingly helpless prey. He grit his teeth, sending as many arrow as he could at the pursuers. One, two, three, four, five... Damn! His quiver was entirely emptied, the remainder of his arrows lost amongst the hectic battlefield.

He retrieved two arrows within three strides, a scratch materializing on his arm. An Arubi grimaced from behind him. His eyes widened as he sent the edge of his longbow forward, the feline jumping backwards at the pointed edge.

"Kairn, get those animals off her!"

The voice was hardly audible as he warded the Arubi off. Had they finally arrived?

"You two, make a perimeter, make sure nothing gets within 20 yards of here."

He spun around, retrieving the other three arrows in one fell swoop. "Yes, Professor!" He answered. His muscles eased at their presence.

He followed Mitsune, surprised at her speedy recovery. Perhaps she wasn't as severe as he had assumed? Nevertheless, he couldn't dwell on it for too long. He was given a job, and he didn't intended to skip out on anyone that needed him.

He swung to the right flank, sending his limited amount of arrows at any mistlings that got close.