Among the Fields of Perch (Speed Event)

[David B.]

His gun hand, having shifted to an actual hand when he went to grab, seemed to relax a little.

"Immon....is dead? No..."

He lowered Preston, eyes wide as he released the man.

"I request Asylum as a Prisoner of war."

[Preston Salabim]

He dropped to the ground, gasping for air as he held up a hand to Roz and anyone else gathered.

"Granted."

[John]

John would stand there watching the retreat and the final few acts. Putting his hammer on his back and putting the shield down. John would reach up and grab the arrow, breaking it short to be dealt with later.

"Medic!"

He'd call out finding a stump or something to sit on.

[Rozalin Kendal]

It was well Preston held them off with the gesture, because Roz had already taken another half step forward as soon as he dropped. Instead, he was granting the man asylum. Her lips pursed, but she waited, trusting him to know what he was doing.

Even if she really wanted to skewer the fucker with the shifting hand.

[David B.]

Lowering himself to his knees, he put his hands behind his back to be tethered, Cleric weapons at his throat ready to kill him the instant he dropped Preston. They stopped, however, and instead shackled him.

"Immon must have liked you, little man. I take your honor to be as great as his trust in you."

He'd be picked up and lead off to Ayatlan, the cells perfect for Junction to sit in.

Medics rushed forward to begin work on John, removing his arrow and helping him sit. Two came for Elias as well.

"Do you need medical attention, sir?"

[Preston Salabim]

Preston slowly rose up, rubbing at his throat. It hurt, but he'd live.

"He was a brave man. A good man."

[David B.]

He called over his shoulder.

"He was my son." And was led away.

[John]

John would fuss at being helped to sit swinging a hand to slap away the medics if they tried it, however he would let them work on the arrow, with a pained look on his face while they ripped at his flesh. Ass holes.

[Onides Une]

Oni would see other medics come to the field truth be told thank goodness a man can be heavy and heavier with armor.

"Need one over here as well!" she called out.

[Thorn Wyatt]

Elias' eyes travel to look at the medics, still licking slowly.

But he doesn't say a word.

[Preston Salabim]

"Give the man a meal and see he is treated well. I will speak to him when the field is clear."

He'd call out to the other Cleric's. It was a complex situation, he owed the man a debt. But he was also his prisoner. He believed they would have much to talk about.

[Rozalin Kendal]

Rozalin sheathed her sword at last, watching as the threat was lead away by those who seemed to have things under control. There was a moment of empathy for the man losing his son as she strode towards Preston, but little else.

"You okay?" Her look told him she had wanted to cut the man's hands off, but otherwise she was in control.

[Preston Salabim]

He nodded slowly, letting his hand drop as his armor faded away.

"Are you?"

It had been a close one earlier.

[John]

John would speak to the medic.

"Why wasn't Rhona Hall present?"

[David B.]

The medics backed away from Elias slowly, instead heading for Oni! They'd begin patching the wounds for David, and giving him transfusion.

The medic spoke to john.

"In Pier 14."