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[color=Lightcoral][b]Location:[/b][/color] Ruined City outskirts 
[color=Lightcoral][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Akaia, Dallas
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Poppy's struggle against the chain wielding Infernal came to an explosive end. She was now the one receiving cover fire from up high. The explosive force of the rockets completely destroyed the Infernal. It sent out pieces of debris flying in every direction. She quickly brought up her arms to protect her eyes. She could feel the tiny pieces of metal and stone scrape at her arm guards. The dust settled and the medic quickly surveyed the area. More of them were coming, lured out by the noise of Lysandra's rockets. 

A thrall was approaching. It crawled over the car right in front of her. Akaia....
Poppy sensed her even before she spotted the distinctive shimmering shade. Impaled by an invisible force the thrall fell to the ground, particles scattering in a shapeless cloud. 
[color=Lightcoral]"Thank you Akaia."[/color] Poppy nodded to what seemed to be thin air. 

The medic struggled to stand, a sharp pain preventing her from putting weight on her left foot. She looked down at her boot, it was scuffed and scratched. The damage underneath was most likely much worse. Judging from the amount of pain it was sprained. Poppy lifted herself off the ground with her wings and hovered over to the car, where she landed on her good foot. She leaned against it, taking a breather. The collision with the roof of the car left her back and shoulders sore. 

There were only a handful of thralls left on their end and she had no idea what was going on behind her. She got back up into the air and took aim. The soreness made her arm less steady and she missed her first shots. Two of the five arrows, grazed one off the thralls shoulders. Flying and shooting was going to result in a waste of bolts. Poppy frowned, feeling frustrated with herself. Cerise noticed her aim was off and subsequently took down the thralls with deadly precision shots. 

Poppy surveyed the streets below, studying the flow of the battle with wary eyes. It was coming to an end. She assessed each Commune member, concluding most of the potential injuries were located at the rear team. The red haired Sidhe lowered back to the streets and hovered a few inches above the ground. 

[color=Lightcoral]"How is everyone back here..?"[/color] Her face was serious as she fluttered to each member of the rear team. Like a hummingbird, traveling from one flower to the next. 

There were a lot more questions she wanted to ask. Mainly who's idea it was to create such ruckus and noise. It was her mistake for being spotted, but the commotion caused there after resulted in unneeded confrontation with the Lost. 

Dallas and Vincent needed her immediate attention. Poppy lowered herself carefully to the asphalt kneeling down. She took off her bag and laid out the supplies she needed beside her. 
[color=Lightcoral]"Dallas I need you to sit down next to me if you can.."[/color]

While the custodian made his way over to her Poppy took a sip of water and a painkiller. She offered them to Dallas right away too, along with a pack of blood. 
[color=Lightcoral]"Take these."[/color]

The mellow green of her eyes always seemed to be an odd fit for the intense stare and focus within them. She studied him from head to toe. A broken nose and a badly injured left arm. The medic immediately set out to work. She was short on fabric to create a sling, so she stretched her hooded shawl across his shoulder and back, letting his arm rest inside of it. 

She gently cleaned up his face with a wet cloth, not disturbing his nose any further. Without the shawl to cover her shoulders, her bruises were clearly visible. A thin trail of blood also trickled down her left shoulder, probably coming from the back of her head. Poppy was engrossed in her task and didn't notice it. 

[color=Lightcoral]"If you need any more pain relief, just tell me. You did good."[/color] She met his eyes shortly before propping herself up on his right shoulder rather awkwardly. She tensed her wings and flapped them, returning to a hover. Suddenly the street started to sway around her. Poppy gripped her head and stumbled back onto the ground with both feet. She groaned when she felt her ankle hit the street.