[b][center]Town Square - Zin[/center][/b] --- Zin slowly surfaced from the dazed state she'd been in since the bomb went off. She'd been sure she was about to die, with no chance for survival, and that had locked her up completely. They said that one's life flashed before their eyes in the moment before they died, but there had been none of that for Zin, just blank numbness. She'd passed through simple fear, onward through terror, and she had come out on the other side to find sheer absence of emotion and thought. It was coming back to her now, after some stretch of time that could have been hours for all she knew, though everything was dull and blurred like distant memories. Someone mentioned giving blood to the vampires present to heal them, and that pulled Zin almost all the way back into the present. "I'm fine," she mumbled quietly to herself, and the arguing women were too far away to hear it. [i]I'm fine[/i]. The thought was another jolt to her mind. She was okay. She wasn't dead after all. There was something on her face though, and that might be bad. Zin reached up to feel what it was, and she saw it was blood. Fearful panic flooded into her, renewed fear for her life, and that was enough to finally kick her mind back into proper working order. She felt around on her face, smearing the blood in search of the wound it came from, but she could find nothing. The source was obvious as soon as she took a moment to look where the bomb had been and saw Thailen's mangled corpse. She felt a pang of sorrow for the woman, but underneath that Zin was just happy that it wasn't her lying there dead. Zin was back to her senses in time to see the archer slump into a relaxed state and the aasimar woman go to hold her sword ready over some man she didn't recognize who had apparently been carving up a spider corpse. She lacked the necessary information to know what was going on there, so she decided to let the warrior handle it. Instead of bothering with getting involved in that mess, Zin turned her attention to the remaining militiamen and the townsfolk looking on at the carnage. They seemed pleased by the events, despite the casualties, but things could get hairy again with... whatever was going on in the town square now. Someone needed to distract them and provide an orderly face to the people, to show them that the Queen's Blades still had everything under control. "Thank you for your help." Zin addressed the militiamen first, not even a scrap of sarcasm in her voice. She had a pleasant smile on her face, unmindful of the bloody smears that made the expression less innocently pleased than it would normally be. "You've done good work today, but your town isn't safe yet. There are other bombs in other locations, and we can't be sure those have been disposed of yet. Please do what you can to keep the people of the town orderly and contained here in the area around the town square until we know everything is clear." Zin raised her voice and spoke up to the people in general to pass along the same message. "This threat has been eliminated, but there are others of the Queen's Blades still dealing with others in the town. Please remain where you are until those problems have been dealt with as well, for your own safety." With that done Zin stayed where she was for the moment to be sure the guards and other people would heed her requests. She turned a bit, however, to also keep an eye on the strange scene unfolding near the remains of the fountain, though she did not intend to interfere with that no matter what happened. --- [b][center]East Watch Tower - Kasim[/center][/b] With his foe successfully dispatched, Kasim took his sweet time cleaning his sword, sheathing it, and retrieving his bow. There was still a bit of fighting going on, but he wasn't about to rush in there and start a fight in melee range. Rushing simply wasn't going to happen regardless of what he did, for if his companions could not hold their own and fell dead or wounded then he could swoop in and save the day in a far more valiant manner than just stabbing a distracted enemy in the back. Such savior acts proved unnecessary, unfortunately. By the time Kasim had his bow and was ready to pull free another arrow, the duelist's opponent was backing off and there was only one other ally still standing nearby, though not for long. The chittery-skittery bug fellow took what looked to be a fatal blow from the big armored orc's hammer, so he would chitter and skitter no more. The orcs didn't rush them, which was rather fortunate for them. The vampire duelist seemed to have trouble with a moderately armored opponent, so she'd be completely useless against the big bastard in full plate. Kasim didn't fancy his own chances against the fellow either. If he got lucky with the single arrow he might be able to shoot before the enemy was upon him he could possibly kill or incapacitate the orc, but if that failed and it came down to short sword versus warhammer it would certainly end with Kasim smashed into the ground. It simply wasn't worth the risk, and the enemies didn't seem eager to press the fight. The duelist was babbling some nonsense and also didn't seem to want to continue the fight, and then she turned to leave, so that pretty much settled it. Kasim shrugged and gave the remaining enemies a lopsided smile. "Two on one fights aren't my style, especially when I'm the one. I'll leave you two in peace with your broken bomb and dead friend." He didn't bother with any formality like bowing, he simply turned round and headed away from the tower. Kasim hadn't been listening when the locations of the bombs had been given, but luckily for him there was a handy plume of smoke rising into the air. That was as good a target as anything, so far as he could tell, so he made his way there to see if there might be any opportunities for song-worthy heroic deeds at the source of the smoke.