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Jacob laid his sisters his on his lap holding his hands against the gushing wounds firmly. Still feeling the warmth of the blood decorate his hands completely as he sat there gazing up towards the sky and not at the scene before him. The back of his hands covered in blood too. His gloves had become thick and heavy from sucking up the blood. A few tears started to slowly travel down his small cheeks and drip down his neck. Trying to ignore the fact that he could now feel her blood spreading upon his shirt and pants. His hair falling away from his eyes for once and heading back towards the back of his head instead as he gazed at the stars. Shivering lightly from the cold as he sat there with his bleeding dying sister in his hands.

"...they're gone, Teresa...' Jacob suddenly started to whisper. "..they're gone..you..you can open your eyes now....please.....please...open you're eyes.........Teresa?"

Jacob heard rustling off to his right immediately his eyes turning black thinking that the enemy was coming back to finish of they're dirty work. His eyes wondered to his weapon that laid a few yards away then to his sister. Only to find that the person that came through wasn't one of them. It was that man that had attacked the potechers from many months before. Eyes turning back to the emeral and saphire pair. The shirt landing on one of his small shoulders as the man tossed it at him and knelt down beside them. Jacob numbly grabbed the shirt and tore it into long thick pieces. THen wrapped it firmly around the part of Teresa's head where the wounds lied. Having to remove his gloves so he could work properly. only to find that his small hands were completely drenched in her blood.So was the front of his shirt and pants it seemed to be decorating him in a sick kindly manner. Still having his hands pressed up against the wounds as the gauntlets was set upon her head. Healing! That's it!! Jacob turned his gaze to the deeper parts of the wilderness remembering when he had picked up one of Reaper's eternal feathers. Those feathers contained healing powers. Even if the gauntlets did work the feather would assure them that she wouldn't die. But....Jacob twitched. That was more then ten miles away from they're current position.

Jacob continued to stare into that general direction before turning his gaze back to Teresa. Watching as the energy from the guantlet traveled down into Teresa's body. He was guessing it was attempting to either heal her or give her enough strength to last a couple more minutes or an hour.

"...how fast you run?" Jacob asked in a voice barely over a whisper. His eyes still on Teresa.

Fischig sat on a crate, they had brought it with them and even now he had not opened it. It had been gifted to him only if their position was given away and they must fight to the end. Not even bothering to make eye contact. "You lost. I can sense it, it hangs around you like fog." Standing up he turned to the crate. "Do you know what is in here?" Not bothering waiting for her to answer he pried the lid open to reveal the dissambled parts of a weapon, "Well it doesn't really surve much for last defense if your being attacked if you need to put it together." He began to pull out the parts and the other troops where putting the weapon together. "Now while you may have failed in this we can still cause some damage, let's consult the map."

"There are three targets of large size which we can attack." His finger drifted over a symbol marking the men's dorms, Quin's Estate, and the Castle. "Withen a good distance from all of these is one location which is already prepared to surve our purpose." Pointing to the gun that was forming, it was a large weapon, long and thick barrel with a heavy metal tripod for support. Around it were the only remaning soldiers, it grieved him that they had died, but they had died doing what they do best, fighting. Now there were only six of them. The one Reaper had wounded before had been stiched up as best they could do, he wasn't perfect but he was ready. "We move out tonight."

They were on the move. What was left of their little retinue was here and each if you could see their face was set in cold determination. They had done damage, inflicted wounds, but they had suffured. It would only be fitting to make them suffur more. As they marched through the wilderness Fischig thought of the up coming battle, he wondered if more would follow after them, how many it would take to clense the land. Himself at the forefront with Ava at the rear between them it took the combined effort of the four remaing Judas to carry the heavy machine and ammo.

Teresa laid there suspended in time losing track of it completely. Till something woke her up she didn't know what it was but it was something. Eyes opening slowly to a blurry world of green and blacks. Trying to remember what happened as she laid there regaining her focus slowly. Starting to move her hands first feeling them twitch. Then wiggled her toes in her boots getting feeling back through all of her body. That was when she would catch sight of Jacob collasped just a few feet away from her. Her eyes widen in fear seeing so much blood upon him.

"Jacob!?" Reaper slowly rolled over onto her stomach and crawled towards him not yet regaining enough strength to walk. 'jacob!"

Quils smiled warmly, the gauntlet slipping off of his arm as he dropped onto his hands. A tear rolled down his cheek as he watched Teresa begin moving. "He saved your life, I owe him big." he said fighting back more tears as he sat up. "I'll take you two back home..." he said quietly.