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In another flash of light, Amos' left wing shot out to block the new arrival's attack. His usual instinct would have been to counter, but he noticed no aggression from the man. Simply a misplaced sense of justice. "I would suggest not rushing in before getting a grasp on the situation," he said, retracting the wing and sheathing the tonfa. He returned his attention once again to the angel on the ground. "Now, medicine designed for a human won't work on an angel, so I'll need a different substance." Amos then pulled out vial that contained a sparkling golden liquid. "This should do the trick. I got it from a nearby monastery. It will heal any internal injuries, as well as clear your lungs of fluid."

Raven sneaked though a shadowed of a empty alleyway. She couldn't help but feel as if she were being followed. Pain shot though her arm, she gasped falling back against the building by her side. She breathed heavily as the pain slowly passed. She would hear something off in the distance. A garbage can fell over, she turned around quickly. At the end of the alleyway a man stood watching her. In his hand was a knife. Raven watched the man, her eyes wide with fear. Slowly she began to step backwards, she watched him closely.

She felt something brush against her sides. From behind a man wrapped his strong arms around her. Her first instinct was to scream. She screamed loudly and squirming she tried to bite him.

“Won’t work…” Nyma would open her eyes as she started to try and get up knowing she was already dying. She sensed someone in danger however. “A girl…under attack…man with knife…” She didn’t say anymore as unconsciousness found her. She had too much blood in her lungs. She couldn’t move any. She shouldn’t have even attempted to get up any until she had been healed. She needed the feather of healing. Nyma knew of the legends, but didn’t know they were coming true within her as she could feel the warmth of the fire feather in her body trying to keep her body heat going. She felt cold at first, but then gentle warmth in her body.

Amos dropped to his knees, frustration quite evident. He sighed heavily, swearing under his breath. Here he was, stuck with an angel drowning in her own blood, and nothing will work. This was going to be a long day...

"Oi," he said, addressing the woman with the gun, more concerned with the angel than the other damsel in distress, "do you know where the hospital is?"

“Alley way…building…screams…garbage fell…” Nyma continued to mumble incoherently even in her unconsciousness. It seemed she was able to do this against the fact she was still coughing up more blood. She couldn’t hear the man speaking about a hospital for her. Her only options were dwindling to live. She had to call upon the feathers soon or die. The bleeding was only increasing as a pool of blood was now forming under her body.

Nyma eventually would weakly open her eyes. She looked at Laurell, Amos, and Lance. Her tired and weak body was becoming even more so as she laid there. She tried to get up again this time to try and rescue the girl under attack.

"Don't move around like that," Amos said, moving to support the angel, "it will only make things worse for you." He then pulled another small device from his pocket, pressing a button on its base. The machine sprang to life, giving a short chirp as it picked up on what Nyma sensed, and flew toward the others. To the other male, he said, "Follow that drone; it will lead you to the scene."

Nyma ignored Amos’s words all together, as well as Laurell’s as she focus on the sky. Her hands were open as if waiting for something to come falling out of the sky. Eventually a soft white feather would land in her hand that made her smile. It’d begin to glow in perfect sync with her body as she began once again to float of the ground. This feat was not easily done as the feathers were seeking her out. Three more feathers seemed to join the feather above Nyma’s body. Healing, Water, Wind, and Truth; all the feathers were combining into one effort to save Nyma from death. They were determined not to let her die as she glowed brightly her white wings acknowledging the feathers as her own. Her eyes would be closed the entire time as she laid there. Her body instead would remain laid still on the ground after all the feathers had vanished into her body. They had used their powers upon her and the healing process had begun upon Nyma. Her internal damage began to slowly heal, but the external damage seemed to need more time.

Hopping along the rooftops, Skog looked through each alleyway he passed over. Unfortunately, his eyesight was so terrible that everything looked blurry. Feh, I'll have to walk in their streets. He dropped to the street, causing even more of a ruckus than jumping along the rooftops. He listened to another scream; this time, the scream of a man. Coming to a particularly dark alleyway, he found what he was looking for. "Hello." Skog said to Raven and the two men. He swiftly drew an arrow into his longbow and sent it flying into throat of the man with the gun.