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Tanned skin, white poofy hair, and a pair of green eyes obscured Leila’s view of the sky.

[b]“You’re that girl from the SSF.”[/b]

SSF. The...Star Fisher?

Halfway between awake and having passed out, it took Leila a blink for a better look, and a while of thinking to finally piece it all together.

[i]Numair Wasan.[/i] She recalled the man’s name, but that was all she remembered at the moment. By the moment she was going to say something, however, the man had already turned away; and her decision to extend her hand towards Numair was not realized until a couple of tries at overcoming the aching in her shoulders, by the time of which the man had already left.

Leila forced the whole left side of her torso off the ground, and then realized that simply sitting up was impossible without something to grab onto when she carried those injuries, so she grit and ushered all her strength into turning herself around so that she faces the ground with all four limbs supporting her body. Picking back up a piece of wooded debris from the ground, she used it this time not as a weapon but a walking stick, burying it into the ground and holding firmly onto it with both hands, loosening her grip only long after she made sure that her wobbling legs had at least regained the capability to support her own weight.

She tried standing straight, with the aid of the piece of wood now in her left hand, only to have both hands smack back onto the staff so that she didn’t topple over. A fine spray of red droplets was expelled from her throat as she started coughing again, whole body virtually curling onto the piece of wood for support as her already battered body carried out its all so annoying reflexive responses that contributed just about nothing to the situation except an additional risk of any injuries in the chest worsening. An irritated growl escaped, following the ceasing of the coughing.

She squinted and raised her head, looking into the direction of the sounds of yelling, collisions, and rumbling earth. A fair amount of dust had been propelled into the air, leaving only silhouettes of figures to be identified for whatever was going on. Numair was back. Along with the lot of hooded humans they met earlier. What did all that mean? She, once again, found herself without a clue. Leila sighed.

As of now there wasn’t much she could do except for standing aside and watching. Her sight drifted away and she felt a tinge of hope - too early to speak of relief - when she saw, at the edge of her sight, Harper’s chest still rising and falling slowly in the distance. However, a series of screams and cries snapped her attention back to the scene of the battle. She determined the screams of agony to be from the witch, and she could only hope this was a sign that the creature would soon be defeated - at the hand of the Lost Souls, by Numair and the hooded figures, or through some incomprehensible form of divine intervention that Nowhere nonsense allows for - she didn’t care, as long as all this would end...

A few shockwaves expanded from the centre of combat, blowing away the dust. Leila was surprised that her body managed to withstand them, even it was just the weakened impact from the distance away. Now she could see clearly Ace, Lesley, Inadi, and a half-naked Jasper emerging at various places across the scene, while the witch seemed to not be moving much anymore. Hopefully, soon the witch, the culprit of all this madness, all this suffering they were going through, would be gone -

- wait, not right.

“W-wait, there are - [i]hic[/i] - things - [i]hic[/i] - ” Leila voiced out, and the pressing pain on her lungs and the uncontrollable throbbing of the muscles in her abdomen reminded her that wasn’t the best of ideas. [i]There are things that I need to ask[/i] was what she was trying to say, but the last part came out as nothing but a chain of coughing and sputtering.

She breathed in and out deeply, despite the pain, possibly out of anger; yet she made an effort to suppress that, trying not to think in the directions that led down the wrong paths and reminding herself of other things - raising her head and forcing a bitter smile onto her face.

[i]The idea of a picnic sure sounded nice...[/i]