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Trajedie frowned at the newly revealed face. Her ears twitched minutely as the sound of moving metal came from behind her. She dove for the staff and turned to see what the sound could be.

Trajedie breathed a sigh of relief and began to move. She hesitated while considering on whether she should kill the dark elf. He seemed dead already so she hurried to the nearest crack and peered out. She noted several of the towns gaurds coming towards the giant thing she was currently inside. She then hurried to get out before they reached her. She didn't want any excess attention called to her. She climbed out of the closest crack that was large enough and slipped into the shadows of a building to survey the situation outside of the armor suit.

Jayrus acts quickly, picking Myia up and moving her out from under the wreckage, nodding to Korsu in adknowledgement. He would lay her down, then take hold of his lute once more. Unlike most of the songs he had played this night, this one was simple, soft, almost mournful. He would quickly be finished, as a red mist seeps from his hands, and going into Myia. It would serve to heal her wounds, it wouldn't be great but it would help until someone could treat her better. His head swimming, he falls over backwards, the mist ceasing to leave his hands as he shakes his head, gasping. ''She saved my life.'' He says simply, gazing at her. There was a visible tear in the corner of his eye. ''Such an act is not what I have come to expect of people.''

Her sashes finally hit the ground and the bells attached to it rang out beautifully. Myia gritted her teeth when she felt the armor lifted off of her. Tears escaped her eyes. 'Ah. It all hurts.' Then she felt some one move her and that woke her mind up. "Ah" Escaped her mouth and could barely be heard. 'Pain... darkness... wait Air! Is Air okay?!' She thought as she moved her eyes around. She saw the man she had saved. 'He's a dark elf, oh who cares just as long as he's okay. She started to mouth 'Air'. 'The pain when I try to speak. Bloody hell! Gods, Goddesses make it go away and help Air!' She started to speak. "Help..." She gritted her teeth because of the pain. "Help Air." Her tears came out faster and harder. "In alleyway." She shut her eyes as a painful frown crossed her face. "Help Air... Please." She went quiet not able to take the pain anymore. She opened her eyes again and looked at the dark elf again and then at the Korsu.

Jayrus nods, wordlessly getting up and seeking out Air'gen. He was exhausted from all of the spells he had cast today, but he wasn't done yet. He forces himself to move on, checking the alleyways as he went, miracolously finding Air'gen ine one of the first alleys he looked. Kneeling down, he checks for her pulse... ''... One last show, Jayrus.'' He says to himself, the smile returning to his lips slightly. Standing back up, he plays a beautiful melody. This spell was one that he had not programmed into his instrument; he never thought he would have much use for it. As he plays, the foreign song begins to take it's toll on him. His already exhausted body was shuddering, barely able to play the notes on the hostile strings, but he kept playing. As the song evolved, the white noise Jayrus felt would intensify, becoming almost deafening eventually, causing him to wince as he played. Red mist would seep from his hands, this time coating the lute, building up around it. He was about three quarters of the way through the song when the white noise exploded in his head, causing him to scream in agony, stumbling, but still he played, now down on one knee. Finally, the song would finish, the noise in his ears causing him to pass out, as the red mist leaves the Lute and enters Air'gen. He had no way of telling it would work, and it could easily have served to just kill him too, but if it did work, Air'gen would have the energy to at least fight back. If it didn't... at least her death had been accompanyed with music.

In the midst of the darkness Air'Gen heard a voice, it was the voice of a man. It was a calm voice. "Air'Gen.. Air'Gen I need your help. I'm a friend of Michel he's told me a bit about you. The attack on the town is not they only one, it seems that all cities in the Calian empire has been under attack. You are in one of the few town that has managed to fight back, however I am not in quite the same luck, so I have to ask you and your friends to Get the message to the king before the capital falls under attack." A small orb of light suddenly appears in the darkness. "Here take this, it should hold enough power to heal your allies and yourself, but this is the last one I've got, so try and stay alive next time".

As Air'Gen takes the glowing orb, she wakes up as if she only had been sleeping. In her right hand she now holds a small glass ball.

Trajedie surveyed the scene from her hiding place for a moment before moving towards the man who had taken out one of the legs for her. Everyone else was already being taken care of. She held the staff tightly as she moved over to him and did her best to avoid being spotted by too many strangers. "Wake up!" She wasn't quite sure if shaking him would do any damage or not so she satisfied herself with slapping his face very lightly, almost more like patting him.

Air looked at her hand as the burns left slowly "OOOOOOHHH.....cool" she waited till she was pretty much healed and pressed it onto Jayrus's chest.