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On the Zoids back; Arc's attempt to pull The Zoid down by the neck failed. He was too strong even for Arc. Grunting Arc could feel the Zoid was about to flip. Letting go of his neck Arc crouched on the Zoids back and then Pressed off with his feet. Just before the Zoid had flipped.

Arc landed easily on his feet. A surge of pain ran trough his body causing him to drop to one knee and hand his other, clinched his Abdomen. Arc looked at the woman. He was more fearful that her own Zoid would crushed her, then the physical pain he was feeling or would feel. That was the rules, Always. Others before himself. But none before Him. He needed to get back to her, but that thickheaded Zoid was making it hard for him and wouldn't allow him to get close to her, and it was only because of Blaze that he could get to her earlier. - How am I suppose’ to...Agha. Is it just over protective or just stupid...- Arc breath had became heavy, but he tried not to show it. This was too much, one thing after another.

Arc made his way to his feet it was getting harder to get up after each action. He looked back at the Zoid. He was getting faster and it was going to be a problem. Only if he could have rested before this.

Arc looked up at blaze as he 'spoke' Arc nodded with a rare smile, showing that he understood. Grunting Arc hopped back and out of the way.

As Arc landed he didn't hesitate to see if the Zoid was stopped. The ‘Thunk’ was reassuring enough. Arc turned around to care for the woman picking up the roll before crouching down in front of her aging. He had to hurry that slow Zoid was learning. Arc undid the bandages; and vary gently he begun to wrap up the woman’s wounded shoulder. Being sure to do it carefully. -So many...scars...- Arc had noticed them before but he really hadn't 'looked', now he had no choice but to notice them as he Wrapped her up. It's not that Arc couldn't understand the concept of not getting scars. He too had many, strangely on his left side too. From the battles. But manly for that horrifying day years ago. Many un-healed. But she was a woman.... But also from what he could gather, a soldier. Maybe not anymore. Just like him. But he still had a hard time grasping it; he wasn't that he male prideful or anything-this pointless War was taking so much, Enemy or ally it’s all the same. Someone fighting for what they believe in and think is right.

"..." Arc stopped wrapping as she spoke as if she was going to do something, but then he continued to wrap taking extra care around the entry wound and made sure it was heavy wrapped there.
"shhh...you shouldn't speak." Arc was hesitant at speaking but it was important. His voice was harsh in any way but actually vary soothing and nice sounding. His breathing, he hid the heaviness of it and it seemed normal. Though his body was still aching. Arc tied off her shoulder; as he did a small stream of blood slid out ot the cut in his arm, the cut its self was to deep for him to feel any pain from it as of now. The roll of bandages was getting be low it looked as if it would only take a few more warps before it was gone. He looked down at her arm, it was severely mangled - that Zoid..an organiod?- Arc glance at Blaze's toe out the corner of his eye; he was keeping him at bay.-Good boy...-

" Your...arm...it might hurt a bit..." Arc didn't want her to respond, he just wanted to let her know, before hand that he was going to start with it.

"m..." Arc didn't respond to her If he did she would speak, it was more for her good. -a long time...- He wasn't trying to seem inconsiderate but, he didn't want to involve her anymore then he need to. It was the same with everyone he meet. He didn't want anyone to hurt because of him again. Alone. It was safer for others the only one that he was remotely around was Cross, but that was a different case Cross needed him. And Cross would just keep fallowing him around anyway. And prying into him. Eh....that kid wouldn’t let him be alone as long as he was around to bug him.

Arc as gently as he could lifted her arm, he held it steady. The less movement the better. His grip was light as he begun to wrap it. It looked bad. As he continued to wrap he begun to think he was going to get he out of here, he couldn't leave her. He needed to make sure that she was cared for. Were would he take her. Arc quickly when around her arm with the roll, he could only double wrap it before having just enough to tie it off.

Tying off her bandage on her arm the right side of his face was shown more visible then it had been. The bleeding cross that still and forever remind a permanent Tear on his face still ran blood, but not enough to fall free from his face. The tattoo, of a strange langue on his temple. His sliver/white goatee-beard was slightly red from his blood from before. His face the complexion was fair, and Kind looking. His Eyes spoke sadness and pain if looked into closely, but he would never let anyone see such things.

-He got quite...that’s not good...- Arc gently set her arm down on her lap in a comfortable manner. He looked over to Blaze's toe, trying to contemplate what the Zoid was up to. But then He looked up at Blaze giving up on the other Zoid It wasn't important right now.

"......My...name." Arc looked down his voice was still calm but it was questioning to himself in a 'let out' breath as it was quite. His name...what if she was republic, she might now of him then . No. She was betrayed by them or whoever; she would have no reason to turn on him. Would she?
He looked back at the woman’s face. It wouldn't hurt. Would it?
"...D-do you really want to know it?" It was a stupid question especially at a time like this. And she had hinted on him giving it.