Brisa felt like her eyeballs were rattling around in their sockets when she finally was shaken off.  She huddled trying to get her bones to stop rattling.  It didn't take long because Jatan was saying something and she had to fight through the confusion to answer him.  

“Hold him still”  The words slowly penetrated the thick fog that was Brisa's rattled brain. She shoved herself to her hands and knees and crawled over to where Jatan and Argurios were.  Argurios was still, very still, and for an instant she thought he was dead.  Only when she saw him take a breath did she herself breathe.

She looked at the new boy, she hadn't even really met him, such a brief encounter but now she hoped he could help.  Magic, divine or arcane, was as familiar to her as breathing by now.  She saw the potion and put two and two together very quickly.  She just gave a curt nod to the boy, Argurios wasn't moving so that wouldn't be a problem, and turned to find Aiden. 

She spotted him on the other side of the fight, he had been kicked or tossed or something to the far side of the alley and was lying on the ground.  From here she couldn't tell if he was ok or not.  She would have to figure something out.  She clutched her satchel to her, somehow she had managed to keep it around her neck and shoulder the whole time.  Then steeling herself she ran, well to the side of the fight, to Aiden's side.  

With relief she saw Aiden was hurt, but not badly, not like Argurios who was lying on the ground behind her.  She couldn't focus on anything going on around her, but the sounds of the fight threatened to burst into her concentration.  She may have been a mageling still, but she had studied concentration and with a great effort of will she shut herself off from what was going on around her save Aiden, Jatan, & the unconscious Argurios. 

“Come on” she hissed softly at Aiden, grabbing him by his shirt front.  She wasn't strong enough to haul him up but her presence was enough and he got up.  Without waiting for him to collect his crossbow, it was shattered and broken into several pieces anyway, Brisa did her best to drag him away from the fighting and back to to the other two. 

She caught a glimpse of the fight out of the corner of her eye, two against one...it should have been unfair but it seemed that was not the case.  Both monks were injured, though this did not stop them from fighting, and they seemed to be working as a pair to keep Dreknor's attention on them.  Brisa wasn't going to question this gift.  There was no doubt in her mind if the evil man turned his attention back to them they would be dead.  

She got to the others just as Argurios was sitting up.  She had no idea what had happened, he looked like death warmed over, but he was sitting up.  

“Lets go” she said in a low voice when she was close enough to be heard.  Of course she had no idea where to go but since the fight was blocking the way they came the only option was to continue down the ally street to the waterfront and hope they could escape on the smooth river.  She hoped there would be something there, a raft, a boat, a floating log even...she couldn’t swim.  She would risk it though, over the death that waited behind.