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Siegell sneered a rather hideous sneer as Shastah lumbered out of the stable, wearing a leather strap around his neck from which hung a simple brown sack. Siegell could not keep Shastah saddled at all times, but in the case of a hasty retreat, Shastah carried a bag with important survival gear around his neck any time he was not saddled.

The Wyvern Lord kept his spear steady despite the bleeding wounds on his chest and back, then shifted his feet and prepared to strike just as he watched Asami bringing her sword around, each rushing at the other, focused on driving home this final blow. Siegell turned his spear, preparing to impale the draconian swordmistress if he could.

Siegell barely saw the glint of the blade in the sun and he cursed loudly as he dove to the side. Damnit, the b***h had an accomplice!? The flying knife bounced off the end of his spear and rebounded gracefully through the air before dropping and stabbing into Siegell's left shoulder. The fighter cried out in pain as thick, hot blood squirted out around the wound, and a thick red mist filled his vision as he struggled to pull himself up, his left arm useless for the pain he felt every time he moved it. His spear was lost on the ground somewhere, but he could feel the ground shake as already his mount dashed toward him.

The knife fell out of him as he reached for Shastah's side. The wyvern's tail swung around, trying to help Siegell climb up as Shastah snarled at Asami, as if daring her to come within reach of his jaws.

Siegell managed to drag himself into a sitting position behind Shastah's neck, and the enormous wings unfurled as Shastah took to the sky. The wind pulled and tore at Siegell's clothes and finally ripped away his shirt and cloak as he clung to Shastah's neck, struggling for consciousness.

Need a healer, Shas. And I just bet you they're involved anyway... Siegell could feel a thrum of agreement from his mount as the enormous wyvern angled toward the mansion outside of Eyris.

Rappahannock heard what she spit out, and waltzed right over. Past his fuzzy hair, he saw a pool of blood that she was sitting in; to which he knelt in it, touching and tasting it. "That not borne human supremacy, to what is it?" he said in his normal, raspy voice. It was deep, and rolled out his mouth easily, but in the air, it jumbled.

Blood slowly ruined more of his already worn clothes, which were stiff from past blood and dirt. Rappahannock continued to lap at the blood he got dipped from his fingertips.

Rappahannock paused. "Feed." he breathed. "In help, need you of what requirement?"

He now was completely stopped from consuming anything else.

He twitched, and then grabbed some cloth discarded; it was lying on the ground next to a bush. "Freebie," he mumbled. Asami had better have some good stuff, because Rappahannock doesn't like helping people, nor carry any healing fixatives or salves. He wrapped her up the best he could, cutting off circulation to the wounds. "Death comes closer to those without good alibis." Rappahannock said, which had to be the most grammatically correct thing he's said so far.

The knife was picked up before anything else, and put back into its rightful spot.

He asked, "Purpose of the what for?" Nothing was seemingly happening to him exceptionally, but if she provided a good enough answer, he might join her to get a change to do more than what he was doing. All he was doing was wondering around, with his walk and whatnot. He got satisfaction off of killing, so who knows where he could end up at.

"Of killing, be there any?" He questioned further.