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"Listen to me, just stay still and we'll get out of this, just let me...There we go, that should do it."

Evelyn held the hand of the tribeswoman that she was attending to as the glow from her staff, freshly gifted from the caravan since the last skirmish, ran its way through the figure of her patient, skin sewing itself shut as the warmth returned to the body of the tribeswoman, the snapping of bone back to place punctuating the healing process. As her staff did its work, Evelyn gave a quick thought to Julia and how she could possibly be doing outside with everyone still with the convoy. The attack had seemed sudden, though she felt as if she would at least be safe under the protection of that dragon individual for now. "See? I told you, it's going to be fine." Evelyn helped the tribeswoman up to her feet as her partner called for them to retreat further into the cave. Her patient looked out to her and asked if the cleric would trust her, which Evelyn could only nod in agreement with. She was pulled into the grip of her patient, ushered into a turn of the tunnel before being left out in place before the two took cover.

Their pursers, a duo, rounded the corner after them as the sniper took aim at the lone cleric, Evelyn trying her best not to keep a determined look the whole way through. Out popped her assistants from the hidden compartment in the tunnel, grabbing the sniper without a word a hand held to their to keep him from alerting anyone, and bringing him into their hiding place. His partner only took notice after some time passed, leading his smirk to dissipate into fury as he turned behind him, barking as to why the shot hadn't been fired. To his surprise, he found himself abandoned by his partner, snapping back to the target at hand. "You did this, didn't you? Somehow!" The nomad growled, both out of misplaced confusion and a byproduct of his own frustration over this stupid plan of following a fellow tribe into their own den, before lashing out at Evelyn. Evelyn's makeshift stare quickly melted into a sly smile, indicating down as the ground underneath the man, which she had been thrown over, gave out. Evelyn tried not to think about the sound she heard as he made impact with the spikes at the bottom, putting the nearby board over the trap as she made her way back to the duo who were escorting her.

"See? You can trust us." The plainswoman commented, winning a tired, but still a bit unnerved from the carnage, smile from the cleric as the three moved further down in the tunnels to meet up with the main group.

"Unity..." Amir repeated Amon's last words to himself, sidestepping an incoming nomad as he displaced him into unconsciousness with the back end of his sword. The young prince turned to his retainers, signaling them back into the tunnels. "This isn't getting us anywhere, they're starting to get more daring and we're starting to lose any remaining tunnels to retreat into. If they back us into a corner, their numbers are going to be the death of us. We need to regroup as a unit, come my friends, we need to locate the rest of our party further down in the tunnels." The nomad at his side, who had been trying to stay out of the way of the trio out of respect for their synchronized movements, nodded before motioning the fellows at Amon and Ramla's side to direct the three further into the tunnels. A scream further down the tunnels was punctuated by a rather sickening crunch as something large collided with a surface further on, perhaps the victim of yet another trap. "I'm going to guess that's where we should start...." Amir muttered, a bit...overwhelmed at how....creative, yes that was the word, their friends had been with their self-defense systems.

“We should probably see who’s over there. If it’s an ally, we should group up with them and move together to find the others.” Ramla suggested, looking a little squeamish after hearing the sickening crunch. She didn’t really want to be the one to lead them over there not because she was a squishy mage, but because she didn’t really want to be the first to see the body of the victim of the trap. The mage looked expectantly at the men to see who would lead them on to where the sounds came from.

Amon’s eyes met Ramla’s expectant gaze. He could sense her hesitation, and couldn’t blame her. He had no problem taking the head. Whatever lay there wouldn’t remain in his thoughts for long, no matter what is was. He had told himself such many times before coming to battle. “We should be ready to push through if necessary. Though taking our allies’ knowledge into account, the trap likely helped clear the way for us.” He looked ahead and walked forward, but as he brushed past Ramla something else came to mind.
“Your magic is a boon as always, Ramla… But for the sake of strategy I must know. Would you be adverse to triggering these traps yourself? I imagine many are weight or thread triggered. Many things can be pushed by a strong gust.”
His face didn’t say much on its’ own, but his tone was sensitive enough. If she said no, he would take other measures.

“I… I can do it!” Ramla answered after a small pause. “I don’t really want to see people get killed by these traps, but I have to be strong. If we don’t kill them, they will most certainly kill us. I just need to not think about how much of a mess their corpses would be after they’re hit by the--” she stopped herself right there for her own sake. Any further and the visual would have been in her head and she would have probably made herself throw up. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then spoke again. “I’m good.”

“I know you are strong. We have to be.”