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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on May 18, 2007 15:56:59 GMT -5
Tristan flew through the smoke at practically blinding speeds to see Tas, still intact, for the most part, laid out on the ground. He zoomed in and skidded to a halt, right next to her, his flight spell just about out of juice any way. His dragon fire armor, too, was dispelled. He wouldn't have another chance to use it unless he went into his Crusnik form, though it didn't really matter at this point, in her condition, a bird could take her down.
"Thought I killed you." He said simply, an actual bit of caring in his tone as he bent down. Gently rolling her over, Tristan observed the damage he'd inflicted on the poor girl. He'd been in such a rush to demolish that armored form, that he did an insane ammount of damage to her body. If he'd blasted the helmet off, she'd have been dead.
He went to pick her up so he could take her to the recovery wing, if she'd allow it or not was yet to be seen.
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Post by Aiyon on May 18, 2007 16:30:36 GMT -5
Tas groaned loudly as she was rolled over, feeling the dirt and stones beneath her cleary as they grind into her cuts. This entire battle was a real pain in the neck, and many other places too. She coughs and then speaks, quietly but with some forced humour.
"Dont die that... ugh... easily... Tristan."
Blood dripped down her chin as she spoke and her body was limp to the touch. She didn't assist him as he picked her up, but didn't resist him either. Her injuries were extensive and she was well aware of it.
"Do better. Next time."
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on May 21, 2007 12:29:14 GMT -5
The hunter picked her up, nice and slow, trying not to do any further damage. He supported her head and held up her legs with each arm. "To the hospital wing with you." He said with a smirk, [Igneus.] He called out with his mind. The elemental dragon responded by transforming after taking flight. A loud crack sounded as the beast instantly grew.
He emerged from the smoke, six feet tall and thirteen feet long, his eye lids hanging rather lazily as it had just been an ordinary ass kicking fest. The two of them had killed so many demons, vampires, werewolves, and every other kind of beast in existence that the action hadn't phased him. "You shouldn't use that form until its faster...If Tristan can beat you this bad, your gonna be screwed against others. He didn't even hit you with every thing he has...." The beast projected to the audible plane as Tristan stepped up his foreleg and sat on his back.
The man didn't jump as that would cause Tas more pain, so he took it easy rising and just sitting on his partner. "To the recovery wing." He said simply and-
The depressions in the grass were left to recover from the dragons girth as they were no longer there. Igneus had gone between and the momentary utter nothingness of the teleportation would seize over the girl for less than a tenth of a second before they were in the warm air of the hospital of the school.
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Post by Aiyon on May 23, 2007 18:35:59 GMT -5
Tas blinked slowly a few times, wondering where the other voice had come from. There was no-one else nearby as far as she knew, except the dragon. Hm... dragons are smart. Could be... She doesn't bother asking at the moment and tucks the question away for later, instead voicing a response. If the voice was that close whoever it was would certainly hear it.
"The strengths... beat the faults. Usually."
A small smile appeared on her face as she tacked on the last word, almost as an afterthought.
"Thanks though..."
That was aimed at both Tristan and the voice. Tas appreciated the advice, and that she was being helped when in need. No blame was attatched to Tristan in her mind either, as she'd agreed to the fight and this was the price. The brief depravation of between didn't get much of a response, except that it added another question to be aired later.
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