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Gyuri was out doing what he always did, making sure that the troupe was kept safe and content. Today's tasks were simple enough ones, he would do a bit of scouting around, making sure things were secure, and then he'd see about looking for something for dinner. It was almost funny, that he had never wanted to follow in his father's footsteps to become a hunter and yet he seemed to do a lot of hunting for the troupe to make sure they were well fed. There was a distant squawking sound, that of a bird, that drew the attention of the big man, making him wonder if that might be something that he could bring back to the troupe as dinner. A nice bird, depending on the size, might be able to feed the lot of them, so Gyuri turned on his heel to head in that direction. It sounded big enough, which made him hurry his steps a bit more, hoping to catch the creature before it was able to get away or caught by someone else.

As he finally reached a point where he could see his intended prey though he realized that the creature was actually with someone, a pet of sorts. Oops, best not to go after that one for dinner he thought to himself, giving a bit of a chuckle, about to turn when more sounds got his attention. Turning back he watched as what looked like a Leaf Tribesman went after the man with the bird. An odd sight indeed given that he was so used to everyone fighting it out with the Obans. It seemed that there was fighting still between the other tribes as well, something that almost made Gyuri want to shake the Leaf Tribesman. Didn't he know they had just gotten done with a war? Why were they starting fights when things were finally peaceful?

The Ice Tribesman with the braided hair was looking toward that first man that had come after him, seeming to miss the fact that his assailant wasn't alone. Gyuri watched for a moment before he was suddenly moving without even thinking about it. Perhaps he'd been with the troupe so long, playing the part of bodyguard, that he felt the need to look after everyone he saw. It obviously included this guy as well as he was quick to close in on them, reaching out with one large hand to grab hold of the second man by the back of his shirt. He tightened his hold on the man, dragging him away from the one he was trying to waylay, and lifted him up off the ground. He gave the man a shake before tossing him off to the side as though he weighed nothing, not about to let him just stab some guy in the back like a coward.

Gyuri was a bit surprised at what was happening before him, and for a moment he wondered if he should have bothered to step in. The Zenan man seemed to be handling himself, and the hunters, rather well after all. There was also the fact that he found himself wondering if he'd jumped in on the right side, what if one of them accusing the man of being a thief. Hard to tell, but he'd picked his side, and he'd stick with it. He wasn't the sort to turn on someone in such a manner after all, besides the hunters had not only decided to attack the Zenan man two against one but one of them was going to attack his back. Gyuri might not know who was in the right in their argument but he at least know who was right as far as fighting fair went.

The hunter, determined to get back what had been stolen from him, the bird Gyuri found himself guessing, suddenly produced a javelin that he threw toward the mage. It was a startling sight, especially given the way the mage threw up an ice wall to try to save himself... but it was too little, too slowly it would seem as the javelin came crashing through the barrier and into the man's shoulder. It was a sight that made Gyuri go stock still... though only for a moment before he was charging forward toward the hunter, slamming one large fist into his face, effectively knocking the smug look off of it.

The blow sent the hunter flying and Gyuri didn't bother to see where he landed, instead rushing over toward the injured man, taking in the wound he had sustained, the javelin still lodged in his shoulder. It was something that made him panic inside though his outward expression remained the same as usual. What to do? Well, there was really only one thing he could do. He had to get the man to Makani! Makani was well versed in healing, especially after being a combat medic during the war. He set to looking the man over carefully before scooping him up. He had to get him back to the troupe and fast, before he chanced bleeding out.

Gyuri gave the man in his arms a thoughtful look as he demanded to be put down, considering the request for a moment, but decided against it. He might very well be in shock after such an injury so putting him down could make it worse! What if he tipped over forward and drove the javelin in deeper? Or worse drove it all the way through? It was a thought that caused Gyuri to pick up speed instead of putting the man down. They couldn't risk it, they had to see to it that he was taken care of! If he'd just reacted quicker, maybe pulled the man out of the way, this wouldn't have happened. If this was one of his own people he'd be berating himself about his poor bodyguard skills. The fact remained though that he should have done more.

As they got closer, and Gyuri could see the camp that he and his fellow troupe members had made, he gave a sighing sound of relief. Good, good, he thought to himself then said, "Almost there." To the one he was carrying along at a rapid pace. He had to get him to Makani and, luckily for the man in his arms, Gyuri could see Makani from here. Then again it was hard to miss that bright yellow hair of his. Rushing over to Makani he held the one in his arms out, as though presenting him to Makani.

The blond turned to look toward Gyuri a moment, then chuckled, "Describe to me what you're offering?" Able to tell from Gyuri's hard breathing, as well as the scent of blood, something must be up.

"Oh... Javelin in his shoulder." He said, seeming to recall the problem with just thrusting someone forward toward Makani without explanation. It had Gyuri flushing a bit as Makani got to his feet.

"Javelin, hm? Are you still conscious? Your breathing and heartbeat say as much. Come, we will see about getting that out and fixing you up." He said, motioning for Gyuri to set the man down on the log that Makani had just vacated. Giving a smile as he listened to Gyuri taking a knee, and setting the man down, he then said, "Not often that Gyuri brings strays home. Do you have a name or do we get to name you?" He couldn't help but to laugh at that, obviously trying to lighten the mood as he reached out a hand, letting it hover over the other man's wound to get a feel for what he was dealing with.

Gyuri's eyes went wide at the mention of 'kidnapping people' being a hobby and instantly he was shaking his head. No, no, it wasn't meant to be like that at all! He'd just wanted to make sure that he was alright, that he got the proper care, that he lived through that attack. To think that the Leaf Tribe would be so violent when a war just ended, shouldn't they be enjoying the peace for at least a little while longer? None of this came out of Gyuri's mouth though, he merely shook his head before saying, "Nothing so dire as that." It wasn't a hobby, that much he could assure him, right?

Makani couldn't help but laugh, "Try not to be so hard on Gyuri, ever since my sister dubbed him 'bodyguard' he's taken it upon himself to save everyone in the world." He told him, then gave a tsking sound, "Yu would just pull it out and bandage it? And if it hit something vial and your wound started to gush with blood like a river? Best that you actually get help for something like this. Better then risking your life, or your arm, over foolish pride." He told the stranger who still refused to give a name, "Think of this not as charity but as you not taking a gamble that might end with your arm falling off." Alright, that might be a little bit more dire then what could happen but one never could tell when it came to infection and the awful consequences that could follow that.

"I just need you to lay back and we can get that out and your wound tended to. The sooner we do the sooner that Gyuri can release you back into the wild."

Gyuri gave him a look as though to say that it wasn't like that... but then recalled that the look was lost on Makani so he merely waited, to see what the reluctant patient said, wanting ot get this underway. Surely that javelin couldn't feel good where it was and the sooner it was removed the better.

Makani gave a sighing sound, "Seems that someone lacks a sense of humor, Gyuri." Then again there were a lot of people that didn't quite get Makani's sense of humor, one of those things that he'd developed over time, and this young man was missing it completely. No matter though, so long as they could catch hold of him and... that thought was interuppted when he heard the man shifting around, then smelled the increase in the flow of blood. Sighing a bit he asked, "He did something stupid, didn't he? Kids these days." As though Makani were that old personally but it seemed to suit the situation. He listened as his patient went about declaring that he was 'fine' and that he 'didn't need help' a moment before he pitched over backwards.

The next thing Makani heard was Gyuri rushing forward to catch hold of the guy before he hit the ground, scooping him up once more, and the big man stood there once more with Myrsky in his arms. Well now, that wasn't at all how he had expected that to happen... but then again Makani was good at teasing people, wasn't he? He just wished that he wouldn't when it came to this somewhat prickly guy. No matter, now that he was out he should be easier to deal with, right? At least Gyuri sure hoped so.

Stepping in closer to Makani the big man once more held Myrsky out to him and Makani chuckle, "It's alright, I will make sure to patch up your little friend, Gyuri. Though once I do you will need to probably see about letting him get back to... well, whatever it was he was doing. Not sure if he is the sort to stick around and join an entertainment troupe what with his lacking humor." Reaching a hand out he gave the unconscious man a little pat on the head before he set to work tending to the wound that the man had patched up in a somewhat primitive and messy manner. It worked, but he couldn't say how long it would have continued to work. No matter though, they would see to it that he was fixed up and sent on his way, once he was feeling better at least.

Gyuri had brought the unconscious Myrsky to one of their tents upon Makani's insistence, to let the man sleep off the stress of being wounded, as well as the trauma of him tearing that javelin out. Not the best way to go about things and even after being healed his body would remember for a time. As such Makani told Gyuri to look after the patient and let him go only if he felt that he was looking ready for it. He'd do it himself but the man was Gyuri's responsibility and the giant of a man didn't mind keeping an eye on him. Guarding people and keeping them safe was his duty as a bodyguard after all. The patient was no different in his eyes.

Lifting his head as he heard the other man's voice Gyuri gave a smile, not even really minding that he didn't sound happy. The fact that he was awake was what mattered most if you asked him. As such he was only too happy to give him a smile and answered simple, "You were hurt." He was hurt, had something stuck in his shoulder! Surely he must know that it was best that he was brought to a healer? Though... he supposed that he probably could have explained it better. A shame he was so bad at explaining things he thought to himself.

After a moment he realized that the man had asked a second question, asking where they were, and he said, "Camp." Not the most in depth answer but it was true, as well as where they were.

Gyuri watched Myrsky very closely with his mismatched eyes, taking in his current condition, before he gave a slow nod of his head at the question about food. It made sense, after what he'd been through and his long sleep it made sense that he would want something to eat, best that he went to fetch that. Pushing up to his feet, though having to lean over a bit so as not to bump into the tent ceiling, Gyuri turned on his heel left the tent for a moment. He was gone only a short time, long enough to fetch the patient some food out of their ration stores, before returning with the food and a water flask in hand.

He then came to settle down back in the seat he'd vacated a moment ago. The food, some dried meat and dried fruit, were offered to Myrsky along with the water and said, "Trade it for your name?" He wondered if the man would give him his name otherwise? Given that he didn't seem too happy to be here he was curious if offering food in exchange for his name would even work... but he supposed that it was worth a try. It wasn't as though there were anything else that Gyuri really wanted or needed, he was content with what he had after all. Giving a smile he wanted to see if the trade offer would be one that the man would agree to.