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Akaya, Offering First Aid

It had all happened so far -- Tomen advancing on Narisa, and then one of the green dragons picking up the goldrider out of harm's way while two others came to engage the man in physical combat. Akaya was more than happy to skitter out of the way, very much feeling that combat was not her strong suit. But she had picked up a few things, and those two men over there -- wait, were they twins? Twin dragonriders, how unusual -- looking as if they might be in need of medical attention.

She approached a little shyly, belatedly realizing that all of the men probably extremely ranked her. It didn't help much with her nervousness, given she didn't recognize any of them from Trine, but she did hear the words 'patched up'... "Did anyone need immediate attention?" she asked. "I'm not a healer, but I can certainly tend to field injuries..."

HP: 19/25
Items:
1 x Bandage
1 x Salve

Attacking Tomen

As Tomen slumped, Cetalese gripped his hair more tightly, keeping him from dropping too far. It was obvious that all of the talking really had been a distraction tactic, as she had thought. She didn't take much time to consider what the best move was, as it was clear that between herself and Eliza Tomen would have to be carried out. Unconscious was best, then. She pulled back her fist against and punched him in the jaw a second time, hoping it would make his ears ring and his eyes roll back in his head so they could be done with him.

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HP: 14/25
Attack: 6+1=7
Accuracy: 7-3=4 - HIT!

Tomen
Falling Unconscious

Already dazed as he was the man barely realized that another strike was coming, really he barely felt it...his eyes just rolled back into this head and he went completely limp, pulling his hair from Ceta's grasp to leave a good bit of it behind in her had..Ewww!

Speaking to assembled riders around him, Cetalese and Eliza

N'mol smiled charmingly at Akaya as she came up and hesitantly offered her services. "We'd be happy to accept your help. Thank you, Greenrider."

B'nen's response earned him a grin and light slap on an uncut section of B'nen's arm. "Good to hear. This lovely woman here will take you into her care, then, and see you're patched up for the next fight." He stood and looked down at Akaya, nodding his thanks again.

"Please see to them. I'm going after the handler that escaped," N'mol announced, looking at all of the riders present. He tried to assess what kind of shape the knife-wielding Greenrider was in and if she would be an asset or a hindrance if he asked her to assist him. After all, the man had been attacking her, not N'mol. She might want a chance to pay him back for that. "If any of you are in good shape to fight after you've been patched up, you are more than welcome to help."

With that, he headed toward the building that had so recently been cleared out by other riders. If anyone wanted to follow, they would.

N'mol, there are two Trine riders who have just finished with one of the revolutionaries. I believe they could still assist you. They also have Cepheith's rider held safely out of harm's way.

N'mol looked over the two Greenriders as one of them brushed off her hands, cleaning something off of them. He looked up at the Trine Goldrider in the Green's clutches and decided to take a moment's pause near them.

"A handler just entered the building. If you two are still in good shape to fight, I could use a hand getting him into custody. Also, I think it's safe to let the Goldrider down." He nodded up at Narisa.

Tyeth - Assisting Hus/Grappling Fi'o

There is one left. The handler ally. She will not last much longer, Tyeth announced to N'mol, suddenly concerned. In the heat of battle, amidst all of the other yells, screeches and cries, her shout had been lost, but Tyeth noticed her now and thought saving her a worthy task as she had gone so far out of her way to help them.

He took a few running steps and jumped into the air, gliding over. As he passed over their heads, he reached out and attempted to grab the knife-wielding woman attacking Hus.

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HP: 51/65
Attack: 4+3=7
Accuracy: 7-6=1 - Successful Grapple.

Plexith
Speaking to Cepheith & Halith

When the danger to Narissa was over Plexith glanced up at the sky to bespeak Cepheith 'Yours is safe now' He assured the gold in a soft tone, sparing a thoughts towards D'lin, his mind was 'brightening' slightly which led the bronze to believe that he might wake soon. The thought was reassuring and calming and his eyes whirled much slower when he turned his attention back to Halith, bumping her softly with his muzzle in a kind of 'atta girl' praise before standing to stride along the humans heading for the building. Finally! They were getting to the point of all of this!

Tyeth called out that another was in danger, but looking back Plexith saw the other bronze grab said danger and since that seemed to be well under control he continued on with following the humans back to the building.

K’en, Addressing N’mol and Akaya

Never had K’en felt more relieved than when Stromath stepped in to block the blow for them. Thank you, he replied in a fervent mental whisper. Had the bronze even been a few seconds later, his brother would... Now was probably not the best time to think about that.

With the coming of N’mol and the female greenrider, their opponent and his wher were quickly subdued, finally giving up on their part of the fight. They could breathe a brief sigh of relief. At his wingleader’s inquiry on his wellbeing, the fellow bronzerider forced a weak smile. “Been better, but I’m sure most here could say the same.” Though the wound to his side did sting rather fiercely, it would hardly be fatal if it was treated. Which, fortunately enough, another greenrider was approaching and offering to help with.

But, what of Stromath’s well-being? He looked up to check on his partner, very much concerned with the long gashes that he spied. Gneisth didn’t particularly look much better off...

We will be fine, Mine, Stromath assured with a low rumble, reaching down to lightly nudge His with his nose. You two are in worse shape than us. A fact which had his eyes whirling with a fair bit of worry.

K’en ever so lightly shook his head in reply. That doesn’t mean you both shouldn’t be helped as well... The bronzerider pulled himself out of the conversation when he realized that he hadn’t actually answered the new greenrider’s question yet. “Ah, thank you, my brother could probably use some help...” He could too of course, but B’nen’s well-being was the higher priority at the moment.

HP: 8

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Stromath, Addressing B’nen and Standing Guard

Any brother of Mine is a brother of mine, the bronze answered, a hint of green whirling in his eyes at the wordplay. But his focus did not stay on the brownrider for very long, turning instead back to the threat at hand. It was only once the threat was officially subdued that he finally pulled his paw back from being a shield and moved off to the side a bit so that the other humans could gather closer. It disturbed him to think that this was only the beginning in the battle to save their Weyrs. How much more blood and ichor would needlessly be shed?

The bronze looked back down at his as he felt a fresh wave of concern coming from the other. We will be fine, Mine. You two are in worse shape than us. He should have been here to protect them both sooner. How long would they take to heal...?

That doesn’t mean you both shouldn’t be helped as well...

His partner’s heart was too big for his own good... Of course, that was among one of the many reasons that he chose him. Now if he could get him to see enough reason to see that getting his own wounds treated was just as important as getting his brother treated, all would be well.

HP: 28 – 2 = 26
(Turn 1 of 2 of bleeding)

Taith, Ego-Inflating

You're just jealous that I've taken down more opponents than you, the green joked, very much amused as she watched Hers go.

Yes, Taith, that's totally it. Have fun playing watchwher for the folks outside while I take care of the idiots still fighting inside.

Hey! Wher jokes weren't funny on a good day. But no matter; the foolish runts were being taken down and she herself had barely been touched in the process. Even Gneisth and Stromath were in far worse shape than she herself was 'naught but a green'. Which of course, only further proved how awesome she was.

She had just been about to flaunt said awesomeness in the face of their captives on the ground when a brown came roaring out of Between. Oh? Perhaps she should start making her way that way... She could totally take him on.

HP: 44