[centre][b][h1][color=f7941d]Jamie[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]
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As things seemed to happen, Jamie merely tried to keep anymore bandits from coming close to them, but it seemed like there were just too many bandits. Cursing, she merely tried to stay close to Darius, not worried that he still couldn't fight, but worried about the growing pain in her chest. [i]is this what a heart attack feels like?[/i] she wondered, as they were overwhelmed. Jamie just about refused to let herself be unarmed, and she snarled, down to her knife and sword, she would fight to the very end-if someone was dying anyway, she might as well take down as many bandits as she could, before they all went boom. 

And then it seemed like...something happened. Was that the figure from before, from the hotel? She didn't know. Things seemed to happen so fast, and then...she could feel her injuries from the last few days, from the current fight, healing, and she looked down at her arm, the slash from the arrow wound, now open from a new cut, heal. She looked over to Darius, the pain in her chest receeding as it seemed they were all healing, and she let out a relieved breath. 

They were okay. For now. She glanced away, a little ashamed of herself. Close combat fighting agaisnt more then one person had always been a weakness for Jamie, and that had very nearly got Darius killed. Got them all killed. She couldn't allow that to happen, not again. She swallowed, [color=f7941d]"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to worry about me in a fight."[/color] She said softly, She looked aware but at Darius, looking over at the damaged camp, over the group, but it seemed that apart from being shaken, or tired, that everyone was okay.