The sword did not tear into her—it did not slash open the skin on her scalp, and it did not bring pain to her. When she opened her eyes, she saw her attacker sink to his knees. The black haired, violet eyed man deemed her a liar as he sank further to the floor, his face pressed against the sandy ground. What was wrong with him? [i]He needs help. And he isn’t a bad soul. He’s just confused, that’s all. He’s lost in his pain.[/i] her blue eyes scanned over his body. It was unusually pale for someone who had been in the sun for so long. It wasn’t just because he was hungry and dehydrated… he was showing symptoms of poisoning. 

[b]”I’m not going to kill you.”[/b] Ambra told him, reaching out to him as slow as she could, as if she were speaking to a startled stallion. [b]”You’re hurt, and you’re going to die if you don’t let me tend to your wounds.”[/b] then again, what if this stranger just wanted to die? No… he was young, he had his whole life ahead of him. Ambra scooted closer and looked more closely at his body, her eyebrows knitting together as she thought. [b]”This is definitely poison.”[/b] she told him, her frown deepening. She hoped it wasn’t too late to save him…

[b]”Show me the cut that’s hurting you more than it should,”[/b] Ambra told him, her voice firm. She was determined to help. She [i]was[/i] a healer, after all. The red haired woman continued to stare at him, the frown remaining on her face. [i]He’s going to be stubborn,[/i] Ambra thought. [i]And he’s not going to let me help him.[/i] [b]”Listen, if you don’t show me that cut, you’re going to die a painful death. Is that what you want?”[/b]

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Darrian sighed, running a hand through his hair as he thought. It was obvious that he was not in the mood for such teasing, but… he couldn’t really push Xerxes around as much as he wanted to. His eyes flicked back up to Xerxes when he spoke again, saying that the Shepherds would die one way or another. [b]”Are you really sure?”[/b] he questioned bitterly, narrowing his eyes as he looked back at the stained glass window. [b]”I find it hard to believe. One must not underestimate their enemies, even if they are weak.”[/b]

Yu walked up to them at that moment. Darrian glowered up at the other man, a snarl coming across his face. [b]”You better keep your trap shut. I’m not in the mood.”[/b] he told him.