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Out of nowhere, in the middle of an empty street, 102 armed soldiers appreaded inside I small radius, at least small considering that there were 102 of them. Around 40 of them were just laying there, twitching, but not yet dead. It would be nearly impossible for them to die, hence they would just wiggle around there for eternity if someone didn't heal them. A very sad sight indeed.
The majority of them were foot soldiers, only 6 weren't. Those six, including the Captain, Quicksilver, also the only girl in the Company, jumped off of their black Not-Horses and ran into the fray of wounded soldiers, pushing the non-wounded out of the way.
"Everyone stand back from the wounded! Every able man should help possition the wounded in the center for healing. Quick!" Quicksilver shouted at the men, them instantly picking up their pace in a reaction. She didn't even know where they were. Did it even matter? Her men were wounded, and they needed to be healed. That was all that mattered at this point.
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Away from the flurry, sitting on the edge of the street was a tall, skinny man with his chin rested on his knucled. His name was Jasper, and he hadn't been with the original Company, but had been the one using The Seven Dials to transport them. He couldn't transport them directly back, especially with such a wide teleport, but he had teleported them somewhat near the portal into their world. Now, him being there was another story. He had accidentally tripped into the mechanism, and was brought into the chamber by accident. He would much rather not be here, but he was stuck.
As his light brown hair fluttered in an ocean breeze, he sat silent. Chances were that Quicksilver would take her silent rage out on either himself or Sunscorch. She would have already decided who to blame, and Jasper really didn't want to find out if it was himself or not right now, he just wanted to get the hell out of there. Just in case, he fingered the hilt of the blade attached to his left hip. It was a rather small sword, from sheath appearance, but in atuality it wasn't a sword at all. It was a bludgening weapon, shaped almost like a kriss, but with 90 degree turns instead of curves. This gave the rather long sword a look of bracets([]) chained together. He rather enjoyed his specially formed blade, and wouldn't trade it for the world. Then again, he didn't carry it into battle alone. He also had a Lightning Tulwar strapped to his back and a pair of Flintlock Pistols in holsters on his right hip.
He sighed. This was going to take awhile.