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*just smiles and rushes towards Tegi and Amilia, but this time it looks like hes going for tegi*

*he flew threw the air and rolled and immediately turned connecting his swords and swinging it with it extended reach he is going for the the throat*

*twisting around tries to bring his elbow into tegi's head and then in turn swinging around with the sword but not before getting some gashes on his back* your song i will hear it anyway!! sing!

Retra Smith

Retra didn't pay much attention as the others were planning on how to patch up Tegi. She was too caught up in thinking of what to do if that psycho undertaker decided to make a come back. We won't be able to do much due to Tegi being injured she thought. Her attention returned to the here and now when she felt Tegi pull away from her and then jumped into the fight " Tegi ! Your injuries ! " she cried. But, she knew it was useless to call him back, so she decided to join in. Heh, this will be my first fight with an undertaker she thought as she slit her wrist once again. What to use ? Ah, how about the good ol' switch blade ? She formed a switch blade ( blade is 6 in long) with her blood. She tossed it once into the air and caught it by its hilt.

Her gaze was on the undertaker. Where to cut ? she thought as she sized him up. She was still thinking as she got into a battle stance. Hang in there Tegi, Amilia I just need an opening then I can help...

( Sorry I haven't been on sweatdrop . Once again I was swamped by the evil known as homework rolleyes )

The undertaker moving around so much caused the skin under the hooks to give away. Before Tegi could jump back at it there was a loud scream, followed by a crimson wing coming between him and his opponent and pushing him back. Was he really just sidelined from a fight he started? He certainly wasn’t going to jump in front of those wings again, that was for sure. Turning to Retra didn’t lead to any answers, looking like she was ready to jump in herself. Good lord what was this guy thinking for taking on a group of deadmen, especially when one almost killed him before? Tegi almost felt bad he was being turned to minced meat. That was, until Amilia fell to the ground. Motionless. Geez what the hell happened?! Without forethought he dashed forward and grabbed her by the collar. God he hated when people did that to him, but for the sake of getting her away quickly he had to. Once he felt they were at least out of the man’s reach he hoisted her onto his back and took off in the opposite direction. Pain pain pain… ughhh what the hell do I do?!The deadweight on his back made it hard to run along with her shirt rubbing harshly into the gashes. Unbearable. Tegi ended up stopping a short distance away and slumped down, easing her off to the side. What can I do? I can’t really carry her far and keep an arm open just incase… He looked up at the undertaker again. Maybe he would let up a little now… if not that was okay too. Tegi would try to fight him off, but at this point he couldn’t tell if Amilia was even alive to need protecting.

((After this post I think I’m done until Sunday, or at least a little into the afternoon Saturday. On a scale of 1-10 this headache’s a 7 and it’s not showing signs of letting up soon. It’s making me feel horrible all around, I’m sorryyyy T-T))

Huh, is it… over? It seemed like the undertaker wasn’t making an immediate attempt to attack them. He looked over at Amilia’s limp body. Something just wasn’t right. What the heck would cause someone to plummet to the ground unconscious like that? Did her collar go off or something? No, that can’t be it, it didn’t make weird sounds. He checked her pulse to make sure. She’s still alive and breathing… Maybe it was some new function the collars had, the hell if he knew. With a tired sigh Tegi stood up, a bit wobbly at first, and scooped her up under one arm. She probably needed to go to the infirmary, but he couldn’t go there. Not that place, never on his own will. Even if he could work up the courage they’d probably trap him there and… ugh he couldn’t think about that! Those times they did manage to catch him it was always a horrid experience. Those cold faces claiming it was okay and that they were trying to help were lying through their teeth. It always hurt, it was always scary, and it was far from okay in his book. The second choice would be to walk back to G-Block, but the prison’s security protocols would surely see it as suspicious. Would he be able to sneak them through a vent? They were a little spacious compared to a house’s ventilation system, and he knew his way around them well enough, but they weren’t a good size to drag deadweights through. In the end he decided it best to walk back to were their group once stood and plop down once again. This time however, he ended up flopping to his side. “Maybe we should just get out of here before one of us ends up dead…”

((I think I'm okay enough now to try coming back...))

“Kill him? I’d rather not be headhunted later…” He muttered from the blanket of grass. It was odd that the fight even escalated to the point it did. Maybe the other prisoners that ran away from the courtyard found it best to just keep their mouths shut, just so they wouldn’t sound insain talking about fighting with blood or armed prisoners. Then again the warden seemed whacked out enough to let it continue. Of course Tegi only crossed higher authority a few times, but anyone who had the audacity to think of something like carnival corpse had to be pretty messed up. Tegi got to his feet and started to peel the blood sodden shirt away from the cuts, flipping it about in an attempt to sooth them. “I’ll back you up, but I don’t think he’s the talking type. I tried to figure stuff out before and he answered with his blade.” He had nothing against fighting more, but if any more blood dropped he’d need to be dragged or carried back to G-block instead of walking.

His eyes cast downward, a bit ashamed of his apprehension. "I… yea, I guess you could say that. They put me through things that can’t be overlooked easily...” he frowned. Though Tegi carried that inconvenient fear before imprisonment it was well supported by the presence of the penalty game and other incidents. It fueled his mistrust even further and, in turn, prevented the comforts of other people’s naive reassurances from reaching his ears. But how could he explain that to someone who didn’t know jack s**t about the prison’s secrets? And more over, how could he convince anyone when anything medicinal seemed to unnerve him? Tegi looked back up when the boy spoke of going somewhere else. “What are you talking about?” Though he did want to stay and help Retra with the undertaker the thought briefly peaked his interest.