The creatures were. . . Tough to say the least. Lyrisa's allies were good at what they do. Her not so much. Unlike a certain someone who was absolutely terrified of the creatures at one point, she could fight. Her skills were not on par at all, sadly. Luckily, the battle ended swifter than she had hoped. Relieved, for the most part at least, she fell to the ground flat on her tush. "It's been a hectic for a few days now, hasn't it?" Still, they lost an ally in the fight. . . Twice, oddly. Yet, she didn't really feel much.

"I think I'll live with a little bit of treatment." It wasn't TOO bad after all. "Hmm, I should have brought cloth wraps with me. Didn't think it would get this serious though." She didn't think too much about it before moving to the next part of the conversation with the stranger. "Burn the bodies? I guess if there is nothing but ashes, then there is nothing to torture anymore." If that was the case then the only merciful thing to do was burn them. "Alright. Sounds like a plan." He voice was still strained trying to tough out something she had never really received before. . . A battle wound. "We should probably tend to our wounds before we chase as well. Maybe we could split duties a bit?"