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Crash

Crash lowered himself to one knee after pulling another student to Little Feathers barrier...they were making slow progress as it were, less students scattered around injured. Crash took a moment to himself pulling a hand to his chest, he’d become accustomed to the pain residing there by now...but despite his attempt at positive thinking he wasn’t changing back. He was still sweating like he’d been subjected to a sauna, his breathing had become laboured...He lifted a hand to his face, growling as he touched one of his elongated canines, noticing the sharp claws that had formed on his fingertips. He heard the clash of swords outside of the auditorium, he turned his head towards the noise briefly before he rested his glowing red eyes on Kathy, grinding his teeth as he got to his feet. Lion whizzed past him bounding across the room to stand next to Oona, his tail wagging behind him. Despite the trauma this part of the building had suffered it seemed a lot more peaceful in here, Crash could at least be grateful for that...he was sure the others could handle themselves, besides what use was a shapeshifter to them anyhow.

He got to his feet wiping his brow on his tattered sleeve, wrinkling his nose at the glittery dust that fell from the Eagle as it swooped overhead, he decided to move over to Kathy’s group unsure what was going on he could see Oona but he couldn’t see who they were pandering over. “Everything ok?” He asked as he got closer to them, his eyes falling on the sight of Zivon laid out on the floor, for a moment he didn’t breath freezing as he looked down at Zivon, he audibly released the air in his lungs when he realized Zivon was breathing. “Bloody hell...I thought he...” Crash sighed, putting a hand to his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I should get out there and help the others, are you going to be OK in here?” Crash asked them, he felt a little burst of anxiety at the idea of leaving...his eyes drifted to rest on Kathy for a moment as he waited for an answer.

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Mercy

Mercy was momentarily distracted by the screaming archer who released torrents of arrows heavenward, with a sharp intake of breath she spiralled out of the way of a few of them, one grazed her thigh causing her to tut in annoyance, as she loosed a few more arrows at the swordsman, she flinched as an arrow pierced the wounded mans leg. Ah ka-phooey It was at this point she noticed a canon had been trained at her by the dark haired girl beneath her Well that was unexpected... She was rather glad when the girl seemed to think better than engaging her and instead moved to help the wounded man with the swordsman. She hovered lower , keeping the archer within her sights as she knocked another arrow releasing it as the opposing archer loosed a second arrow at the wounded man, her arrow soared towards it, a small clink notifying it had been derailed as both arrows clattered to the ground hers evaporated into tiny orbs of light as it hit the ground. “Ah, ah, ahh” Mercy chastised the Archer, a thin smirk crossing her face. “How’s your aim against a moving target?” She asked him, lifting her free hand to her mouth before blowing the Archer a kiss teasingly. She wasn’t taking this very seriously...yet again she had just watched him run around screaming like a little girl... as if on cue she lifted her hand gripping her bow string as another arrow materialized in her hand, she shot to her left loosing 3 arrows at the Archer each spiraling through the air towards different parts of his body...shoulder, leg, hip...all areas that would hinder him instead of kill him.

Little Feather

Little Feather dropped her eyes to bloody mess that was Leroy’s arm, she seemed rather unfazed by it on the contrary. She looked up at the white haired boy as he answered her question...sort of. “You have a fair point...” She murmured to him, offering a smile before she turned her attention back to the Ink boy. The young woman pushed her dark hair behind her ear, before she shifted closer to Leroy, working out what was wrong with him. The arm looked dislocated but there was so much blood suggesting there was a hefty cut to go with it knowing she could heal the bone if she damaged it further or stem a bleed if it started she gripped Leroy’s arm looking a little uncertain as she did, she knew she needed a firm grip. She blinked as she felt a warm pair of hands slide over hers Strong grip Shiko, you’ll need to be quick the warmth spread up her arms as she felt the memory worm its way to the front of her mind, she didn’t want it though...

Little Feather released Leroy as if he had bitten her, rubbing her hands together nervously. “I-I think it may be dislocated, Ink...I’ll relocate it and then heal the damage. Just be aware this’ll probably hurt” She told him, taking a deep breath before gripping Leroy’s arm and with an air of confidence and probably a sickening pop she relocated his shoulder flinching herself at the noise the shoulder made, she almost instantly summoned the green life force to her hand offering one palm to Leroy as the other hovered over his shoulder, the light green life force swirled around her palm occasionally rising up and looking around to a seasoned movie watcher it’s movements were rather similar to that of flubbers. Little Feather swayed a little as she passed the green life force into Leroys wounded shoulder, as suspected he needed a lot of it before the wound would be able to stitch itself shut. After a moment Little Feather retracted her hands, she pressed her fingers to her forehead...she needed to be careful now, her reserves were running low.

She gave Leroy a small smile, aware the boys attentions had waned she turned away from him, twirling a flute through her fingers before pressing it to her lips playing a familiar tune before she relaxed her arms, smiling as Eagle swept across the auditorium...well what was left of it. “Eagle...if you could” She waved at the bird, who offered her a screech before flying at the group of gathered students, a fine dust falling from his wings as he beat them arcing over the students gathered in Little Feathers barrier before passing over Kathy, Zivon and Oona, finally swooping around to flutter over the students Criston was attending. As the renewing mist spread between the students being absorbed with ease Eagle looped around again, giving the students a final dusting before he disappeared, lasting a lot less longer than both of the other spirit animals Little Feather had summoned.

Little Feather snapped to attention as the white haired boy, dragged an injured girl towards her, she recognized her almost immediately...the mysterious lion hugger...”Ok hold her there a second...” Little Feather told the white haired boy, moving towards him already scanning the girl’s body for signs of damage. She summoned the green life force into her palms again though it didn’t glow as bright as before, she pressed two fingers to Drow’s forehead, flinching as a slight charge jumped up her fingers, she held her other hand out over Drow’s leg. Her eyes focused on Drow as she drained more of the young Lakota’s life force, again another large heal she pulled back from Drow after a few moments. “Sorry to make you hold her, she should be safe with the others...if you wouldn’t mind placing her over here?” Little Feather asked the white haired boy, she avoided looking him in the eye as she spoke turning and moving over to the barrier she pressed her palm against it strengthening it a third time...though the white haired boy would have been able to pass through it with ease. Little Feather felt a large head bump into her hand, her fingers weaved through Lion’s familiar mane. Good job Little one, keep it up Lion purred affectionately, bringing a smile to the tiring girls face, she took a deep breath and ran her fingers into her hair pushing it away from her face as she spun on the spot searching for her next call to action.

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