[center][h2][b][color=goldenrod][ Amuné [/color]and [color=rosybrown]Jareth ][/color][/b][/h2][/center][hr][hr]

Amuné listened to Austin's assessment.  Two and a half minutes was an awfully long time in a fight, but it would probably take at least that to get up to the roof from where they were.  She watched quietly as Jareth wrapped her forearm with bandages, then shooed him away so she could pack up and stow her first aid kit.

Jareth went over to Lady Blade where she lay on the ground shivering.  Wiseman had suggested restraining her, but he didn't have any zip ties.  He'd have to bring some, next time.  For now, he'd have to make do.  He took one of the woman's hands -- yikes it was cold! -- and focused his powers, moving the concrete beneath her arm a bit at a time until he'd made a form-fitting restraint.  He repeated the process for her other three limbs, then called to the metal in her knives and disarmed Lady Blade completely.  Just in case.

[color=rosybrown]"Oracle, you want a knife as a souvenir?  First job as a hero, and all."[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"I'm good, thanks.  But I will take them so she doesn't have them."[/color]

[color=rosybrown]"Actually, come to think of it, is [i]she[/i] going to be good?"[/color] Jareth asked, meaning Lady Blade.  He was in the process of putting the floor roughly back where it belonged, but the thought had hit him like a truck.  [color=rosybrown]"Hypothermia can be fatal, can't it?"[/color]

[color=goldenrod]"I don't think it causes full hypothermia, Terra.  She can be left."[/color]  Amuné looked to Austin for confirmation, and he replied with a nod.  She finished putting the numerous knives in her backpack and swung it over her good shoulder.  [color=goldenrod]"Let's go."[/color]