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Mat,Fenros, Emiliah, Elizabeth, and Bobby

"Well shit," Mat muttered as he clutched his left thigh.  "What a bloody lovely day..."  The wound had been spouting blood ever since the last witch Mat encountered threw glass with her telekinesis powers right at him.  Fortunately he missed most of the attack but it still got a few hits on him.  Well at least I'm still alive and her pretty little face is no longer a part of her body, Mat happily thought.

To his knowledge, Witches Paradise wasn't too far from him, and he figured Bobby was still alive.  He hadn't been near this place in years but hoped that he wouldn't need to explain much when he got there.  Mat had dropped his spear some streets back in an alleyway after figuring he couldn't keep a hold of it.  He liked having his spear around and he hoped that he could find it again.  Nevertheless, holding a bloody spear probably wouldn't look too good for any random person that happened to come upon him.

Mat had to stop and lean against a wall; the wound was taking its toll.  "Bloody hell...this is..." While the hunter had gone through worse, most of the time he was with someone else who could help him.  Ever since his father passing away though Mat preferred going at it alone with the reasoning that less people would care if he had died.

The cool night area was a relief after the extreme heat of  Bobby's Tavern. All Emiliah wanted to do now  was get home, to her bed and stupid drool dog.  She had only gone a few blocks when she heard cursing from one of the few roads branching off the main street.  Emiliah glanced down and noticed a man leaning against the outside of a shop.  Even in the soft glow of the night, she could see a coding of blood on the man's leg. "Uh, excuse me,"  she said, taking a few steps into the side street.  Her own, unabandoned spear hanging loosely in her hand. "Excuse me, are...you alright?"

Mat was shaking a bit as he heard a woman's voice in front of him.  He looked forward to see her holding a spear in her hand.  "Lovely..." he muttered, spitting on the ground as he tried to stand a little straighter as he kept leaning on the wall.  "I'm doing just great; stabbing myself is a pastime of mine.  If you...you could help me out and not kill me that'd be wonderful.  W-Witches Paradise, got a friend, actually he's not really a friend more like a co-work-"  Mat's arm slipped off the wall and he almost fell.  Things began getting blurry for him as he tried to concentrate.  If this woman had ill-intent Mat had no way to defend himself, he was bleeding out already.  "Damn witches, ruining everything..."  He mumbled to himself.

Emiliah reacted on instinct to steady the man, her free hand snapping out to catch him under the arm.  "Stabbing yourself is  strange pass time," she said, almost soothinly. Mostly to make sure the man didn't fail around and hurt himself more. "Yeah, witches are a pain," she said, only half listening as she tried to get a look at his injuries.   She then shifted so that she was taking more of  his weight. "I'm not going to kill you, unless you know...you try to kill me first," she said with a little laugh.  "Come on, I'll help you to Bobby's, it isn't as though I just came from there or anything,"  She took a few steps forward with the new man. "Names Emiliah by the way, I don't think I've seen you around here much."

As soon as Mat heard that this Emiliah knew Bobby he became much more relieved.  He might not actually die today; that was something worth celebrating.  He continued clutching the wound as he walked with her to the destination.  "I'm not one to interact with many others, and I mostly end up killing the majority of them," he replied.  "Thanks for the help though..."

"I'm so glad I'm interacting with someone who ends up killing those he interacts with," She said dryly. "Your thanks almost isn't enough to cover the risk,"  A slight breeze shot through the street, causing goosebumps to shoot up her arms.  She could see the sign of  the Witches Paradise less then a block down the road, yet with the added weight and the exhaustion she already felt from the days  events, made it seem like a lifetime away. "So....How did you manage to get yourself stuck with witches glass?" she asked, mostly hoping that keeping him talking would stop him from passing out on top of her. 

Mat made a small chuckle as he listened to her complaints.  "I said most...don't worry about yourself," he said with a droll smile, but winced as some pain shot up through him.  He had started to blink more and could feel that his right rand was soaked in blood.  As they stepped closer to the destination Mat started to lose grasp of his senses that when Emiliah asked her question it sounded like she was at the end of a tunnel.  "The glass?  A nice parting gift from the last witch I met.  Would've made me sink down to Hell with her too, so it's nice that you're helping delay my inevitable gruesome death..." Mat had to concentrate intensely just to not fall to the ground; he knew he didn't have much time.

"Hey," Said Emiliah, she could tell he was fading fast, as his words were starting to slur together so badly she couldn't understand what the hell he was saying. "Hey, buddy, if you see a light, wait till he are in the tavern to go into it. You've gotta stay here now? Okay?"  The fact that his body was failing so quickly now made her drag the mostly dead man down the street just a little bit quicker. Soon they arrived at the tavern. "Bobby!" she called. "I swear this one isn't my fault, but he is dying,"

Bobby perked up from looking at the two new comers. "Wot the 'ell?" Bobby shuffled around. "Sophie!" He bellowed. Looking at the man's face. "Victar's Boy is hurt." He looked to Sophie as she walked out bewildered. "Emiliah! What are you doing to these boys?"

She said as she went back to the kitchen to get the medical supplies AGAIN. 

Bobby glanced at Fenros who came over and lifted the man onto to the table, clearing the men there from drinking. "S'cuse me" was all he said, as he leaned him back. He looked to Emiliah with a raised eyebrow....He then asked Bobby. "You sure she's safe to work with?" He said with a small, very small smile. He was knocked around really good when he was working with her...then Flint...now this guy. 

Sophie hurried out with bandages and when ready Fenros placed a hand on the glass in his leg.

At this point Mat could hardly tell what was going on, hearing everything from afar.  He wasn't even able to say anything or explain, and all he wanted to do was fall asleep.  "No, I don't want to fall asleep, stay awake you idiot or you may never wake up!" He said to himself.  He could hear and kind of see another woman arriving with supplies.  "Stay awake, stay...awake..."

Emiliah narrowed her eyes a Fenros, "Everyones come back alive so far, you best watch it or next time you might not be so lucky," She then turned back to Bobby. "So, is this another one of your  long lost almost sons," She looked down at the muttering man again. "Or...who is this...person that I just saved?"

Fenros looked at Emiliah and shrugged, as if just stating the evidence while he held the man down. Bobby raised an eyebrow as mat started saying he didn't wanted to sleep. He was already hobbling over to the fireplace. "Well... Fenros don't pull that for a sec." Fenros nodded, knowing what he was going for. While Bobby answered, "Worked with his dad. Him a few times as well. Name is 'Mat' His dad was good hunter." He bent down and grunted as he did. He pushed an iron poker into the fire. "Fenros...keep him awake."

Fenros simply looked down and slapped the man in the face while Bobby continued. "Don't really think of this one as a son...more of an acquaintance ...or coworker." Another slap could be heard as Sophie yelped, "Fenros!" He simply shrugged. 

Bobby then pulled the iron poker out, white hot as he shuffled back over.

Elizabeth was sitting at the bar when Emiliah brought in yet another injured man. This one was a stranger, and although he was probably handsome when he was cleaned up, at the moment he was ragged and pale. She glanced down at his injury, and blanched. "Oh, oh wow. So you're Mat, right? You're going to need something strong if you don't want to feel the pain." She pointed at her glass, and offered him some. This was her fourth drink so far, at least she presumed it was. When Fenros smacked him, she simply shook her head and shrugged. It was an effective way to keep him awake.

Fenros glanced at Ellizabeth as she offered a drink to the man Fenros then reached out, grabbed the drink and poured it over his wound. "Thanks" he said simply to Elizabeth. He then examined the wound and satisfied that a major artery was not punchured He looked to bobby and as they had a private conversation between them with just their eyes, he ripped the glass out while pinning ht man down with an arm  and Bobby placed the iron poker right on the wound, spinning it and going down his cut. The hiss of flesh instantly rose and attacked their noses.

Mat was about to reach for the glass that was offered to him but the man beat him to it.  Before he could even think about what was going to happen next he felt the glass rip out of him and the iron poker go right in the wound.  Having nothing to bite on, Mat yelled out in pain.  "Shit!  Shit!" Mat wasn't too able to control himself from yelling, but other than that he didn't resist them.

Emiliah had chosen one of Bobby's larger chairs near the fire to curl up in.  Still close enough to the action that she wouldn't miss anything important, but far enough away that she wasn't about to trip over someone.  The fire was making her warm and sleepy, she longed for her bed, but she was invested on being around until they were sure he wasn't going to die. 

After it was done, Fenros moved so Sophie could start wrapping his leg, while Bobby took the poker back. Once done Fenros then asked, "Do you want something to help you sleep?"

Mat had gotten down to taking heavy breaths, but could still feel the pain surging through.  He looked over to the man asking the question and gave a frown.  "Fine, but if I die I swear I'm going to come back from the dead and haunt your soul," he stated.  "Left cheek please, my dad usually used the right for these circumstances."

Fenros nodded, as he looked at Mat. "I already have Ghosts haunting me." He quickly lifted his left fist and slammed it into mats face, causing head to snap to the left and fall backwards onto the table.
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