[color=00a651][b][h2]Isaiah Markul[/h2][/b][/color]

Panting with exhaustion, Isaiah stumbled to his feet, throwing his cloak over his mangled arm and looking up to... quite the surprise. He felt someone grab his good arm and help him to his feet... and he obliged, leaning against the man as his vision cleared... It was the soldier he'd saved. It seemed gratitude was not lost to time. He was saying something, but his ears rang, and there was so much noise he couldn't make out any of it... By the time his hearing had returned, the man had already finished speaking...

[b][color=00a651]"...Hold. What is your name, soldier."[/color][/b] He asked simply, ignoring the pain. [b][color=6ecff6]"Uh... S-saul, sir."[/color][/b] He said, nervously. Still a little shaken from the experience. Markul thought for a moment, before standing, stretching his good arm for a moment. [color=00a651][b]"Return to your commander, Saul. I can walk."[/b][/color] He said, looking around at the arena. Well, most of it was intact. It wouldn't take very long to repair the damages. The soldier nodded, standing at attention and giving a little salute. [color=6ecff6]"Y-yes sir!"[/color] He said, scrambling away to join his comrades... [color=00a651]"And don't call me Sir!"[/color] He shouted, shaking his head slightly when he disappeared into the crowds. 

It was around that time he heard someone call down to the arena... and given that the only evoker he'd seen beside himself was the creature, he was likely talking about him... He simply glared to the balcony, and while at this distance it was hard to tell, he could at least discern that it was just some old man. Not that Isaiah was anything different... He sighed, heading off toward one of the exits, and as he suspected there was a gaggle of healers tending to wounded. [color=00a651][b]"You there..."[/b][/color] He called out, and sure enough one of them looked up as she finished bandaging up some civilian. It appeared that some rubble had given him a nasty cut... [color=fff79a][b]"I can help you if it's serious, sir, but if it's just a bruise or two I suggest you wait..."[/b][/color] She said, before turning back to a coworker and barking a few orders.

[color=00a651][b]"I assure you it's quite severe..."[/b][/color] He said, pulling his cloak aside and showing her his crushed forearm. The woman gasped in shock, waving him over to the now empty cot. [color=fff79a]"Gods above, how are you still walking?..."[/color] she asked, quickly cleaning the wound... Sure, he was a giant but with an injury like that a person was usually out cold... When she reached for her saw, she nearly jumped when he grabbed her arm with his good one, stopping her. [color=00a651][b]"Please don't."[/b][/color] He simply said. 

The woman was speechless. [color=fff79a]"Sir, there's no way this thing is healin', it has to come off."[/color] She tried to explain, but Isaiah simply shook his head. [color=00a651]"I'll worry about that. Just clean it up so I do not bleed to death."[/color] he requested. The woman sighed, setting her saw down and proceeding to do just that. She was right, that wound would not heal on its own. He would need to find an evoker to fix it, and he couldn't exactly do that if his arm was no longer there... What a mess he'd gotten himself into...