[b][color=#a4161a]"His arm needs treatment, but to hell with that. How in the world are you still standing?"[/color][/b] A hand went for the potion belt, thumbing the lids to identify the content. [b][color=#a4161a]"I have potions. It's nasty, but it does the job-"[/color][/b]

"I can't drink it." Said Jazdia, immediately diverting. "Yes, We can use belts as a tourniquet."

When the choking stopped, and after a fit of cough, Jonas chuckled. His hands went limp again. 

[color=#FFD700]"Still couldn't help yourself, can you? After you turned my family against me, you still meddle, Even in death--- Destroyers! I hope you will live to see this nation crumbling to dust!" [/color]

Jazdia knelt beside Yvonne, pinning Jonas's arm with her knee as she drew her bow closer to the Patriarch's face. 

[color=#FFD700]"Struck a nerve didn't I? Ha Ha! That's the spirit! Come on then! Finish it!" [/color]

"Keep holding his neck, but don't choke," she instructed before pulling the string. A faint light emanated somewhere between the arrow rest and the nocking point and it disappeared with a small bang as Jazdia dry-fired her bow. 

Like being bludgeoned to unconsciousness, Jonas Delving laid still, eyes closed. 

Jazdia too stumbled a few steps back and was knocked by an onset of headache and nausea. She, Lurea, and her quiver lay on the grass. Blood was still dripping from her wound, but it wasn't as profuse as before. Above her, the sky was dark grey, it would still be a while before the sun rises.  


[color=39b54a][b]"I got some belt and straps to stop his bleeding and to tie him later. Lord Thernous have his words once he regains consciousness. I shall carry you all one by one to retreat on the carriage, tend wounds and recover injuries there."[/b][/color] It was Louise, returning after giving the remaining Enraged the [i]coup-de-graces[/i] Jazdia immediately shook her head in utter disapproval. 

[color=ec008c]"I need to rehydrate myself first, and some fire... I will be long departed before we can make it to our camp. My dear Yvonne, could you help this little old me walk?"[/color] She said, hobbling just to wake up and stand again, using Lurea as a supporting stick.[color=ec008c] "Those guys' camping spot... yes, that's the place. Dissaray as it may, they still have some campwood to burn. Miss Squire, would you kindly check on Miss Athena and Young Baron Evan?"[/color]