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Dakota frowned as he moved from the war zone to the tent in a mere matter of seconds. He hadn't even had a chance to battle the boss.

Rubbing his arm, he looked around to see if he saw anyone he knew.

Rep and Molly stood not far and he went over to them instead.

"Hey Sweet and Petite. Rep." He nodded grimly at the two, "Do you guys need any help?" He just wasn't sure what he could do now that he hadn't defended or battled.

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Julie sounded ... well, saner than the last few times Jordan had seen her. He wasn't sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Overall, that was - she was definitely being helpful at the moment, anyway.

This was the infirmary tent; he should probably get out of here and not get in the way of the hunters tending to the injured. The liquids that the centipedes had sprayed seemed to have cancelled out. He was still damp, but the stuff didn't sting any more. Jordan glanced around the inside of the tent, checking who'd gotten hurt in that fight. Fewer people than he'd expected, given how nasty the bugs had looked.

His eyes fell on Rep, who was getting help from Molly; the scarring across the man's shoulder was worse than he'd expected, and he winced. He picked his way over to the cot. "Man, that does look bad. You gonna be okay? Hi, Molly," he added, with a nod and a smile.

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Harrison had learned his lesson about focusing on the guy you were guarding. That was the only reason he hadn't been slammed with an acid-covered axe.

While he saw it happening, he still hadn't been expecting it.

Dodging had put him back in the sand.

He hadn't even had time to respond before there was a whole knot of the giant things coming their way, and they were being herded back via barrier to a shielded collection of tents. Away from the bug vomit, at least. Why the ******** would he ever guard a guy so focused on Betraying. s**t happened, okay, but s**t on the mission was his neck. It wasn't even s**t! He wasn't even sure what had happened. Guard his boyfriend? What the ******** was a lesson he should have learned a long time ago, with Candace. It hadn't been the enemy teams that had got him.

That b*****d could die this mission for all he cared. He wasn't going to run him through himself, but he wasn't going to do the guy any favors. Seething, Harrison spared one glare at Rep and found a seat on the opposite side of the tent.

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Was everyone safe? The first thing Eva did was do a quick sweep of the group present with her eyes, taking in all the faces. While she was doubtlessly happy to see that everyone was alive, she would be lying if she claimed that she hadn't been seeking out a few specific faces among all the trainees. Reine, Otto, Jude, Gale, Clerise, Davey, Marcus, Dakota--she took particular care in seeking out those who she knew best, and with each person who she saw safe, a weight was lifted from her heart.

Thank god, they were all still alive.

Miraculously unharmed from the battle, Eva didn't bother moving forward for medical attention, her focus shifting at the mention of "patrols". Perhaps she should go and give the patrols a go? Truth be told, despite her lack of sleep, resting was the last thing that she wanted to do right now. The very idea of simply sitting around actually made her feel restless.

Nodding Marcus looked at the other trainees gathered. Jude and him were both Intermediates and- "Hey Deryk." He motioned to the other death trainee. He'd been promoted to by the look of his coat. Three intermediate trainees- that would be a good mix right? "Care to join me and Jude doing some patrol duty?"

And avoid seeing the injured who they couldn't really help? (Well, that he personally couldn't help).

Rep gave Jordan a look, blue eyes cold and blazing. He wasn't about to ******** cry in the middle of an infirmary tent, not a ******** chance. He'd sooner remove his own eyes first.

What could he even say? If he said what he'd seen, it'd pull out all sorts of awful questions he didn't want to have to answer about why it bothered him.

He settled for vague.

"Everything."

Dakota nodded as Molly said she got it before ruffling the redheads hair. "Recover soon Rep, I'd like to patrol with you soon." If he read the mood, he didn't show it before heading over to where Eva was.

"Eva..." He felt restless, awake and raring to go. He could tell his angel was as well. Even after he'd known her for the time he did. "Let's do some patrol, We're both intermediate so we should be alright." He blinked though as he saw Harrison seething farther off.

"Harrison...you up for patrolling with us?" Harrison looked like he wanted to rip a new one..."I could use another moon hunter with me..." Dakota again, was only inching on the surface of reading moods.

Or was it that he just want to patrol alone?

Something must have happened during the fight; that was the only explanation Jordan could think of. Rep had seemed fine right before the mission began, even relaxed. Maybe it was the centipedes? "Bugs getting to you?" he asked. "I don't like things with too many legs myself."