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“She didn’t just kick Rainbowzilla.”

“She did,” Numair’s eyes, in contrast to Gary’s offended and slightly surprised expression, were narrowed at the sorry state of his fellow humans. A pink-haired person was cradling a heavily bleeding boy, a pale girl was flat out sprawled over the ground, and well, they all looked like shit. He turned a worried glance to C and Luke to see what they would do, but as usual they were in their own world… Rainbowzilla ran to Sacha who scooped him up and petted him, while Gary…

Gary was thinking.

She opened her mouth hesitantly, then pursed her lips together. “I made a song about this so I wouldn’t forget,” The girl murmured and at once broke into a subdued, but still unmistakable melody, “[i]Ivor’s skull, it may be fractured and/Jane’s arm is severed to the bone/Miranda is dying/I think Carl is frying…[/i]” 

Numair recognized the melody after a moment. Circle You, a VOCALOID song. 

As if she had suddenly absorbed the meaning of her words, Gary’s brows knitted together and she scowled. “Hey Sacchin, that thing killed a lot of everyone,” She spat out to her best friend and then readied her pole, completely oblivious to the presence of the Lost Souls.

Numair, on the other hand… 

“You’re that girl from the SSF,” He knelt down beside Leila and observed her expression. Did she die with her eyes open? … Ah. Nope; the young lady blinked. He bit his lip, relieved, and then realized that the glazed look in those irises meant that Leila was looking at something. Numair turned his head and saw… Oh, [i]that[/i] guy’s probably dead. It wouldn’t hurt to make sure though… He just didn’t want people to die if there was so much as a tiny chance that they could, y’know, [i]not[/i] die. Especially if he was around.

The surfer briskly walked over to Lesley while the other Hooded Figures did their thing. Upon reaching the two, he knelt down again, checked for a pulse, and then studied the injured boy’s wounds with a critical eye. Back in the … er… [i]human realm[/i], one of the competitors in a surfing competition he was in got bitten by a shark. He wasn’t one to get sick at the sight of blood, so he got a load of the gore when he tried to help. This kid… He had it okay, since the wound wasn’t serrated or widespread.

“Hey,” He called out to Lesley, lowering his voice and speaking gently so as to not scare him. “I’m here to help, okay?” Numair waited for a moment before softly prodding their heads apart and then forcing a strange bottle to Harper’s lips. After the boy had a few drops of the tart liquid inside he pulled it back and dropped it in his pocket, and then pulled his sleeves up and stared at his watch. “Okay, that should do it,” Numair said, and he fished out a roll of bandages from his pocket. “These are in case Gary and Luke have another one of their fights,” He briefly peered up at Lesley as he started to clean the area around the wound which was not bleeding anymore, keeping conversation, despite one-sided, just to prevent the Lost Soul from collapsing into shock, “And that thing I made him drink? You’re not gonna like it, but it was poison. Don’t worry, it’s not deadly. It got tested on me when I broke my leg. It should slow his heart down and mitigate the bleeding for a few hours, and it would take a day for him to get his mobility back, but it was the only way, yeah?”

Back to the assault team.

“Curty. We know our specialties, let’s go with that one. They’re going to keep those trees away, right?” Gary nodded at the humans but kept her eyes on the witch, who was staring back at them with an unparalleled amount of malevolence. “Diaper, I’m gonna need back-up!” She let out a loud war cry before charging at the hag, feinting a swift jab at the witch’s face and then stepping to the side when the earth rose from under her feet. “Earthbending, eee,” Gary grumbled as she jumped away, then twirled her pole once more.