Dragon Down

[Mathew Amtrum]

The fight with the other Earth bender had gone poorly. The guy knew Mathew's moves and was prepared to counter them. Where Mathew had never fought another person with the same power as him before. As it was, he was drenched in his own blood and the holes in his chest and leg were covered with bandages of stone.

He was limping heavily and his steps were wobbly and it was a losing battle to even keep moving. He was barely inside Dragon territory when his strength gave out, and Mathew Amtrum fell to the ground blacking out as the stone covering his wounds fell apart. Unable to be held together without his active will holding it in shape.

[Kyrie Blaze]

There was a pair of blue eyes watching Mathew's progress. At first from a distance, but as Kyrie made her way closer over the decrepit rooftops...she realized something was more wrong than she thought. Moving double time, she caught the edge of the ledge, twisted her body overtop itself, planted her feet against the side of the building, and flew off at a diagonal to land, roll, and come up as Mathew fell.

What--

It didn't matter right now. Kyrie looked around as she approached, and...well, there were no two ways about it. She moved herself into a decent position, taking a quick inventory of Mathew's wounds. What was serious, what could she take care of with a field-type treatment?

[Mathew Amtrum]

He had two serious looking punctures in his chest that appeared to go all the way through, and a pretty serious one around his stomach. The one on his thigh was deep but not critical.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Her sweatpants soon became sweat shorts. Very short, in fact. It made her uncomfortable, but she needed to bind the wounds, and set about tearing long strips out of the leg and soon her shirt came off, too, leaving her in a bra and short sweats.

The things she did--

The shirt was torn into larger strips, and she made a temporary bandage for the two chest punctures and then used several long, tied sections of her sweatpants for his stomach. The thigh injury she left, for now, considering it wasn't near an artery. She took a quick look around to get her bearings so she could get him to the nearest place for actual aid, and shifted so she could get Mathew's arm over her shoulder, and from there in a half-crouching position, managed to get him so she could easily transport him with most of his body weight along her back.

She couldn't keep good pressure on his wounds like this, unfortunately...but she wouldn't be able to move quickly, otherwise. So she started to move forwards, letting out a sharp, high whistle.

C'mon, there had to be patrols in the area...

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

Hearing a loud whistle Rai went off in the direction that it had come from upon arrival he found Kiyr wearing short shorts and a bra only and was confused until he saw Mathew on her back. This was a very bad sign. He ran over to her, taking off his shirt and offering it to her as he went to carry Mathew since he was bigger and had a little bit more strength he figured this was the best way he could help.

"Whats happened to him?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille jumped down, seemingly out of no where and was instantly in front of Mathew. There was no worry on her face, just annoyance as she took out her sword and looked around, scanning carefully before growling and looking at the other two. "and where in the bleeding hell was everyone else. Does no one understand this reckless idiot almost died. Two blocks down, three paces and into the third door on your left- down the alley. I have a medical kit placed there and I will call for reinforcements INCLUDING a doctor- move. Now. We're too fucking close to the border" Her voice dripped venom, although it did not meet her bored and calculative expression. She was waiting to see if anyone had followed him.

"Do I need to spell it out?"

[Mathew Amtrum]

He was not followed but there was a Dragon patrol heading this way.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie understood that Mathew was pretty much dying on her back, so she only hoped that Bastille was talking about others and not lumping her into the mix.

Instead of answering, which would be a waste of energy and breath, Kyrie shifted Mathew to have him centered more over her back and started to move, following Bastille's instructions to where she could find supplies.

'That doctor had better be there...'

Of course they were too close to the boarder. But unless she had bothered to do something to at least attempt stemming the blood flow, he may have been too far gone to save otherwise.

...and Kyrie, both fortunately and unfortunately, had more reason than one reason she was trying to make the best out of a grim situation.

She, quite literally, clamped her tongue between her teeth and glanced at Rai, increasing her pace to cover ground faster.

Mathew certainly wasn't going to be dying today n

[Raikotsu Sudeki]

Rai did as Bastille commanded and helped Kiyr take him to where he could get medical help. He nodded at Kiyr, he knew they shared the same feelings about Mathew, there was no way in hell he was going to die today.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille waited a couple of long seconds, watching carefully for movement. Her crimson hues dissected the landscape- then satisfied, she scoffed and darted after them. She kept on their tail, watching carefully. The other dragons would have to find them in their new spot. Bastille wasn't waiting for their lack of speed.

Once there, Bastille would bust down a closet door with one swipe of her sword and immediately dig in between the piles of old news papers. Withdrawing a large briefcase she began to pull out medical supplies. She threw a bowl towards Kyrie, along with a water bottle.

"Pour it and start cleaning the wounds, be sparse- I'll need more water when I'm sewing up the wounds to stop the bleeding. You- "

Her crimson hues darted towards the young man. "Pressure. Hope you're not afraid to get your hands dirty- start applying"


Bastille was already threading a sterilized needle she had just pulled from a jar of blue liquid. She, however, instead of going towards Mathew - stood and headed towards the door, handing off her needle to a red headed woman who entered the room wearing a white lab coat. The Doctor didn't speak, but with nun like kindness, smiled at the other two and nodded at them- leaning in and beginning her work on the wounds.

"What blood type is he?" The doctor piped up.

"How the hell should I know?- bastard goes to get himself killed- you think he'd stop to tell me his blood type?"

"Bastille- I'm trying to help here...he needs blood, but certain bloods could kill him. Basic Biology." She said as she turned back and sighed, working through the medical kit for supplies.

"Someones coming" Bastille said, her eyes narrowing. "....Multiple people are coming....I dont think I like that" Her sword was drawn and at her side as she stepped back outside the door. She wasn't sure who it was- but she would soon recognize them as dragon patrol- and suddenly her anger flared. The cracking around her eyes stuck out like cracks in a wall, and her lips flared up in a smirk.

"Can I trust you two to keep that idgit alive, while I deal with these pathetic excuse for a patrol?"

[Kyrie Blaze]

After laying Mathew down on his back with Rai's help, Kyrie looked up just in time to catch the bowl and bottle, snapping them out of the air with two rapid, efficient movements. She unwound the bindings on his stomach and set about cleaning the wounds, listening intently while using as little water as possible to clean each wound in turn while Rai applied pressure.

Once the topic of blood came up and the nurse turned, Kyrie simply stated: "Right now it does not matter what blood type he has. I am a universal donor. Blood type O negative. As soon as I am finished here, if you have the supplies, I will offer my blood for a transfusion. It will not replenish all the blood he needs, but he should not be critical."

Her eyes flicked to Bastille at her agitation. Again, her response was simple.

"I will."

[Mathew Amtrum]

The leader of the patrol pointed to a few of his men as they started to get closer to the boarder, signalling for them to spread out in search of anyone that might try to cross the boarder and hide out. The med nodded and moved without a word to check down alleyways and buildings. The leader himself seemed to be heading toward the building that Bastille and company were in.

Mathew let out a small groan as Kiyr undid his bandages. Pained breathing coming out weak and rapidly as his eyelids started to twitch. He was trying to come to.

[David B.]

David walked in smoothly at the head of the patrol, eyes on Mathew.

It had been mere hours since his own fight with the man who controlled the wind, but he seemed right as rain. The reason for that was what he removed from his pocket- a small candy. He forcefully gripped the back of Mathews head, stuffing the candy into his mouth roughly and forcing his jaw to chew. Once Matt got the hint, David would let out a breath before stepping back-

-and looking right up at the face of Bastille.

He froze.

'...oh....shit....'

[Mathew Amtrum]

And the candy would start to do it's magic. The wounds healing up before everyone's eyes. His skin turning a flush redish color as his body started to produce blood rapidly to make up for the lost blood. Another groan was let out by Mathew as he stirred again, a bit stronger, slowly opening his eyes and turning to see everyone that was around him. And that he hadn't made it home.

"Shit..."

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille turned to look at David. Her bored eyes calculating. Was the ring around her neck hidden? She felt it between her breasts, under her coat- yup. Safe. Out of site. Why did she suddenly feel the entire room staring at her?

"Doctor,..you heard the girl....universal donor crap." She said without a hitch, although her eyes never left Davids face. Her hand was still resting on the hilt of her sword. Bastille trusted Kyrie, and bottom line was- she also trusted David. Even if he was a bleeding -...no, not starting this girly rant today, she was off to go beat up some Dragons for almost allowing her future husband to hit the ground. If she had it her way, Kyrie was going to get a promotion for doing her job even half correct. Although in Bastilles opinion- everyone should have gone. This other guy got points too. But she didn't know his name to continue any such mental commentary.


"David." She finally said, whimsically and with a perfectly innocent smile. ---which was never good. She nodded curtly to him and then shoved herself out the door and went to go vehement some steam. Time for people to become punching bags. Well- sword bags...sorta.

The Doctor looked shocked at the pill.
"I've got to get me some of those..." She whispered, ignoring the entire scene. She looked to Kyrie. "You're arm dear? We might as well get him on his feet before trying to transport him back to the house."

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Meanwhile, Bastille had already flipped herself ontop of the roof and was already stalking her first patrol/prey member. The same man who'd motioned for people to move out. She'd flip behind him, sword immediately pressed to his neck.

"Mathew is safe. Call your dronies back, governor...before I do it for you."