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Spitting out sand, Mort rolled onto his side and miserably got up. He officially hated beaches. Caves with hot springs, fine. Beaches with sand and sun and huge-a** crabs? NO. No no no no no.

His glasses had been half-covered in the gritty s**t, but the zomboil was tired of being useless. Espying some of the shelled monsters trying to flank Yin and Alex during Their Moment, he sent a few bolts of electricity their way. "O-Over here!" he growled at the enemy. "Pick on Y2!"

And so they did.

HP: 30/40
Damage: 2
Crabs HP: 10

Of course, even astride as magical a beast as a hermit crab, Mort was not immune to being clawed at. He was nearly deseated in the process.

HP: 20

Alex had hit the ground pretty damn hard, and had to grit his teeth at the impact. This time he did not even feel like pushing himself back up, and if it weren't for the thought that Yin might still be fighting or getting hurt, he might have just decided to stay down forever.

He didn't even have the chance to attempt to get back up though. The weremantis was already there, by his side. Alex shut his eyes, which were fairly well hidden behind his hair anyways, and groaned. "Please tell me I haven't lost any limbs. I don't want my parents to see that on skellyvis--" He halted in his sentence as he felt something brushing against his cheek, and he peeked open with one eye to see what was going on. "..Yin..?" He started, but the other boil was interrupting him, not giving him a chance to speak, or a chance to say 'don't worry about it, a rest sounds great to me'. Instead he just continued on, about 37 different ways to pin him down. If Alex wasn't so exhausted and injured and ready to just die already from the heat, he might have been able to appreciate that sentence better.

Ah hell, who was Alex kidding, even during all of this, he could appreciate that sentence, and he even managed to smile, though his face felt a bit funny on one side. He shifted a little as though he was going to try to sit up, but then he caught that steely glint in Yin's eye, and decided that it might be best to just...lay there. "Okay okay.." He finally mumbled, though the concern in Yin's voice was touching, and warmed the zomboil up on the inside. "Though when these trials are over, you are giving me a demonstration of all of these different pins. All of them."

It didn't really appear that it mattered, however, since suddenly Mort was there, and was riding around on the hermit crab like it was some kind of pony, taking out the crabs and saving them from certain death.

"You don't happen to have a needle and thread on you, do you?" Alex suddenly asked Yin, from completely out of the blue.

"Nnng . . ." It took him a moment to properly respond, his head reeling, his fingers twitching. He eventually sat up against one of the walls of the castle, wiping at his forehead as he fumbled around in his pockets. "Mrrr . . . Should be . . . y-yeah." In seconds he plucked out a needle and some thread, items he had long learned to carry around given his affinity for losing parts. Mort didn't want to move for a while, but making his hands do al lthe owkr themselves was out of the question - FEAR and natural abilities had been locked down, it seemed; otherwise his body would be hating him more right now.

He gestured for Alex to come over and get stitched up. "You guys alright?" Mort asked tiredly.

Alex really reaaaaallllly did not feel like moving. But it seemed he was going to have to, if he wanted to have any form of treatment on his wounds done. He very slowly and gingerly raised himself up using his less damaged arm to push himself up while he kept the other cradled against his shredded and oozing chest. He then stumbled ridiculously slowly over to Mort, sinking down in front of him and slowly unwrapping the tie that he had used to hold the flesh of his arm together until now. It wasn't bleeding, and had knit together a little bit due to his healing before fear was lost to him completely. His arm and his face, as well as a couple of deep gashes in his chest, were the worst of his injuries that required attention.

He glanced up to Yin from behind a curtain of white hair. "Sit down with me?" He asked. "You might as well rest up too, before we come under attack again."

"Also this." He said, thrusting the tie still held in his hand towards the weremantis. "You can use it to wrap around that cut in your arm. Unless you'd prefer to have stitches as well."

Taryn nodded to Chuppi, her hands on her hips again. She was slightly short of breath, but there had been a lot of dancing going on as she tried to dodge the crabs.

"We're fine, don't worry. We're prepared for as many rounds as it takes." She crouched down to Snips again, and then just plopped in the sand. Thank Jack for leggings.

Yin sat next to Alexander, legs partially drawn up and arms resting on his knees. He took the proffered tie, hesitant about using it on his arm for fear of damaging it, but knowing that it was probably already ruined from being on the zomboil's ripped flesh. "Thank you," he murmured, than began wrapping it around the cut on his arm. He was oddly good at wrapping it even with just one hand, probably from years of practice from wrapping various parts of his body. Which...could also be used as bandages. If they had not been soaked with sea water, which had been oddly salty. He tucked the end of the tie in and made sure it was secure, finding it just slightly ridiculous that he now had a tie fastened to either arm.

"I shall be fine," Mademoiselle Temes "Are you also faring well?" He watched carefully as Mort began to sew up his zomboil, trying to not if there were any differences than say...sewing up his clothing, which he had more than enough practice with. There was always the possibility that he would need to do this in the future. And yes, he would certainly start carrying the materials with him.

Snips seemed to be in fine form, an excellent fighting specimen. Rising from the water he looked like a dripping Grecian god, coming to grace the team with his magnanimous aura. It was hard not to be slightly enthralled and amazed by the hermit crab. Yes, this was certainly a being to fight for.