Iver continued limping his way back toward his squad with the intent of helping however he could, though judging by his current state he would only get in the way. He was halfway through an unbalanced step and about fell when the small, golden-haired Healer rushed to his side and held him up as best she could. She began using her powers of healing on Iver and was only able to rid him of his headache when another of the opposing Heavies rushed in between the pair and punched Acele in the gut, sending her to her knees with a gasp of pain and surprise. Iver took an unsteady step toward the Heavy, intent upon tackling him from behind when a Heavy, Seán he thought his name was, from his own squad beat him to it and tackled the other Heavy to the floor of the pier and began throwing metal-wrapped punches down upon him.

Iver charged at the other Heavy that had entered the fray, barely noticing his new Sergeant take out the third or the cheers from the crowd gathered around the brawl. Iver ran up to his new opponent, leapt into the air, and kicked both legs out at the Heavy’s torso. Iver hit the floor and quickly rolled to his feet as his opponent toppled backwards on his back, ending his helmet rolling off of his head and down the docks. The Heavy stood back up before Iver could close the gap, revealing that it was a woman with long chestnut brown hair down her back; Iver stopped for a split second at this new development, which gave the woman mercenary enough time to charge forward and land two quick punches to Iver’s jawline on either side. He staggered backwards, but stayed standing and soon started throwing his own punches.

The two exchanged punches and kicks for a while before the Heavy landed a kick to the side of Iver’s knee, sending him to the ground again. The woman did not give him a chance to stand, but instead started to stomp her massive armored foot down at his chest. Iver quickly rolled out of the way of each stomp, eventually managing to catch her feet and push her off balance and back onto her back with a clatter of metal and a crash. Iver got to his feet shakily and fell into another sloppy brawling stance, allowing his opponent to get to her feet. When the woman stood, she wore a look of confusion as she stared at Iver. She fell into a much less sloppy fighting stance than Iver did and closed the gap in a few steps, swinging her fists in wild hay-makers aimed at his temples. Iver managed to block the hits, but they sent painful reverberations along his arms from her gauntlets.

The woman suddenly charged at Iver full force. Iver dodged around her charge and managed to slip his arms around her neck and flexed to tighten his grip. Iver released his grip only when the woman was out; she fell to the floor for a third with a crash and clatter, but did not stand again. Wiping the blood from his lip and cheek, Iver made his way to the tiny Healer and knelt down next to her.

“Are you alright… Acele, you said your name was, right?”