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Blood Act I~ Ghosts of the Past

Sinys: Lyn's Hunt

Sinys kept his mouth shut the duration of conversation focusing on binding the cloth flat to the skin. Satisfied with his work he nodded and then pulled his face up bringing it closer to Helena's "I am entirely blind, sorry I didn't see your sight devices. Although I would like to believe I know which direction they have flown in." He then continued to jerk his head toward the Alpha Cosh, with regret. He felt sorry for the girl to a degree, being vulnerable with out something so fragile. Then again he missed that his abilities to sense things were quite fragile recently.

He sighed and turned walking to the closer fight, he was going to retrieve those glasses as a secondary mission. His mindset was determined with empathy, there was no telling what it would take to make another set of that device for her. He paused for a moment and turned back to Helena "Are you coming to get your glasses?" He didn't stay turned around as he talked. Continuing forward was the only thing he considered doing as he was not able to detect small motions at this range. He took his time walking with his bow drawn at his side, listening to the battle in detail now he realized his arrows would do little in that situation. This changed over the next few moments, quite rapidly in fact.

He only ran to get a better shot in a different direction, he was thankful for the details in sound he was receiving. Thankful the vampire was loud, that she wasn't out of the game. He knew what that hiss meant from a humanoid, also she was most certainly not one of those naga. He had only met one before when he was but a child, a friend of his mother's. It wasn't a very long visit. Using other details like the archer from earlier, the armor scraping, and other things painted him a very tight image in his concentration. He pulled his bow up, aimed to the bright spot of noise, and adjusted to perfect angles. This was his moment in time, a stationary target, a perfect target. It would take divine Providence to make him miss his mark. Or a damned tree. He released with confidence.

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@May

Evil to Sinys for like the first five seconds, then disbelief, denial, bargaining, guilt, anger, depression, and acceptance. You know the seven steps of acceptance >.> guilt might last a second longer then the others.

@EliteCommander

Sinys will most certainly hear it, in HD

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@May

Evil, but a great way to gain sympathy from Sinys. Touché.

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This... This is going to be fun. Sinys might not be able to tell friend from foe. Granted that he is already starting to fight the knight. Especially since half the people able to tell him about freindlies are indisposed.

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Sinys: Lyn's hunt.

Sprawled out on the ground Sinys sighed expresivly. He sat up with a dead look on his face, and what felt like a black eye "Sa'avat la wrucy. Te mal sume." He muttered random words intended for cursing. Somehow his eyes found Helena, but while he knew she was thrown from the way she landed, he was still peeved about being trampled. It showed clearly on his face. His head scanned the area, obviously for listening but maybe not so much after he had been staring at people.

Standing slowly he took his water skin from his side, taking special note that it had been slick with blood, he pulled the wedge and starting drinking. He did this for at least ten seconds without breathing. His lungs were on fire by count six, but when he came up for air a large amount was blown out then sucked in. A hard reset to his heartbeat and oxygen consumption was the result. Also it was something he did when he was highly upset, it calmed the mind and the body quickly. After he was done being dramatically effective he wiped his hand with the back of his mouth leaving a smear on his chin.

He was not really looking at anyone this time which should have made himself obvious "I believe there is still game afoot?" he asked turning his head again and locking onto the sound of the alpha not too far away. His chest hurt from the claw marks, but he found quickly that it would operate with ease, just painfully. His back and his head were throbbing something aweful, though that was much less of a concern than the human blood he smelled. He paused and decided that field medical wouldn't be bad "Human, my name is Sinys. We should patch that arm before moving. It's your choice though." he said hoping that a name might calm her. He didn't know if she was experiencing the same feelings as him being on a battlefield for the first time.

Mostly he was calming himself, he had never had so many close calls before in his life. Not so many as in the last ten minutes anyhow. He readied himself to tear an inside fold of his robe that would be rather clean. Had he known that there would have been fighting he would have brought his own kit. He didn't even have any liquor to cleanse the wound. All of these thoughts piled up as he waited on her response, if she accepted he would hurriedly bandaged her up. Preventing further blood loss and keeping the arm from pumping out blood from activity. To which he assumed she wasn't ready to give up yet.

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Honestly I'd love a lul, while i realize we can go back in time during a collab. It still would give me something more to work off of.

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Illumi ring is useless to Sinys, red seems okay to a degree. Although green seems to work well, but i believe he will learn something similar later? So if he doesn't learn such a thing I'm liking green more. Otherwise red is smartest choice.

@Fallenreaper

But inbetween sento and may?

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@Leon5431

I had that discussion with fallen and lucius last night tbh. Taming the Cosh that is.

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I had too

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Like a blinding light pierced his eyes Sinys's face distorted into an excruciating frown, causing his first reaction to be jumping away. The claws followed him as he had been retreating, taking away layers of skin and touching the meat that lay under in result. He considered himself lucky for that. Then had a short thought about luck being a made up factor that still exists. He no longer had the arrow in hand but pulled another one as he had been thrown back. Something that had been drilled into his body more recently.

In a crouching position he landed feeling a tree next to him, his ears were ringing and blood still filled his nostrals. He panicked for a span of time from being pretty close to being entirely lost. His mind suddenly flooded with an uneasy sense of up and down. This had all changed after he realized he had been touching his bow. Somehow he had landed next to it making him question the factor of luck. And for that portion of time he felt his sixth sense start working again. As though the emotions had completely blocked it out.

Taking his bow into a firing position he knocked the first arrow in his hand and waited. Something didn't feel right, and he knew just before he would have released had no doubt clouded his hand that he would have killed this woman thrown before him. The thought gave him the feeling that someone walked over his grave someplace. The instant later he released an arrow straight and systematically narrowed the approach of the beast. Letting loose at a fifteen degree angle left and right. It was the best he could do under the circumstances. At the moment he was just glad to get a breather. He might not have long to rest but he made the most of it. Then a sound registered in his mind, the twang of a bow became clear. Though the actual fact occured to him that it had been loosed before his ever were. The sense of safety washed out of him like Francis talking about grease. Though none of them would ever understand the reference or era this feeling came from.