[center][h3]Kenza Massey[/h3][/center]
Kenza straightened her back, flexing the muscles there and testing the pain as she tuned out the splitting pain from her head in favor of the probably-forming internal bruise on her upper back. [i]A fall?[/i] she thought, turning until the pain suddenly spiked. [i]Definitely not a fall. Either hit by or against something.[/i] Reaching a hand back, Kenza felt the painful area as she slowly lifted her head, peering around the cell in which she’d been placed. [i]Nothing broken or out of place. Just bruising,[/i] Kenza thought. The cell was empty enough, two sides of bars and the other two of wall. Beside her laid one of the hunters who’d also signed up for the bounty — [i]Mistletoe, the archer,[/i] Kenza thought, wincing as she pulled herself up into a sitting position. Moving around wasn’t going to be fun.

Now that she was sitting up, Kenza could make out most of the room. While some of the cells were clearly unusable, her captors had managed to locate the best one for herself and Mistletoe. [i]And Derrick,[/i] she thought, spotting the male hunter in a cell a small distance away from hers. Aside from the lantern beside the door, there seemed to be no cracks of light, meaning that the room was either extremely secure or underground. Since the Wolfwing was rumoured to live in a cave — the exact cave Kenza had entered with the other two hunters earlier that day — Kenza believed it to be the second option. 

Further down the corridor, Kenza could see the dim glow of lights as well, meaning that her captors probably had it in mind to return and retrieve their prizes — or kill them. Since the room was silent apart from the breaths of three people and some dripping from somewhere in the corridor, Kenza relaxed and turned her attention to Mistletoe who was currently lying down beside her in the cell. One of the woman’s wrists had a chain wrapped around it that Kenza could trace to a sturdy metal attachment to the wall. That was going to be a problem if they were all going get out of here together, but that arrangement was still pending. Sliding herself forwards so that she was right next to the black-haired woman, Kenza reached out a hand to shake the woman’s shoulder only to find that the bone was jutting out. 

[i]Dislocated shoulder,[/i] Kenza thought, a frown carving itself into her features now. An archer with a dislocated shoulder was pretty much useless seeing how the woman would need at least ten weeks to recover her arm. [i]Pretty much going to deadweight without her arm, but then again,[/i] Kenza thought, looking over the cell,[i] none of us have our weapons.[/i]

Figuring that it might as well be done and over with as soon as possible, Kenza gently picked up Mistletoe’s arm, fixing the girl so that she was lying on her back before placing her other arm on the girl’s trapezius before giving the girl’s arm a strong, measured pull down. The sound of bone grating on bone echoed through the room, and Mistletoe snapped up. “Don’t move too quickly,” Kenza told her, holding her back and letting her sit back up slowly. “Dislocated shoulder. I popped it back in, but we’ll need some sort of makeshift sling for it.”

Noticing that Derrick was now sitting up in his cell, Kenza tapped the iron bars beside her to get his attention. “Mistletoe has a dislocated shoulder and is chained to the wall. I’m fine — some bruising. You?”

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