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“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not a real doctor,” Songbird commented wryly as yet another soldier was wheeled in within the ransacked boutique he had (temporarily) utilized as a medic camp. Most of the real doctors, apparently, were partying in Sol’s castle. Oh, psh, they weren’t there because they were scared of the dragons, no; they stayed inside the thick, secure walls of the fortress because there was a steady flow of patients in and out the prince’s rooms!

If you didn’t call that sarcasm, you’re brick dumb.

Songbird sighed and then turned away from the door (and the ensuing chaos happening on the streets outside) to look at the rows and rows of injured fighters. He was already stripped to his shirtsleeves, and somebody (probably Dissonance) had strapped an apron around his waist as if he was baking pastries instead of applying pressure to bloody wounds. A scowl flitted across the item hunter’s face, drawing his smooth features into that surly mask he was so renowned for. Oh this day was just great. Being a guide was just great. Everything was so freaking great. His transition from simple citizen to an insta-nurse was oh-so-great! [b]GREAT![/b]

Thugbird growled before stomping off to the opposite side of the room, giving a bunch of soldiers individual kicks on their armored behinds to remember him by.[b][i] “Stop crowding around my patient and scram, maggots,”[/b][/i] He snarled and the lot of them slithered outside after seeing his expression. Even the poor boy on the bunk became as pale as chalk as Thugbird began applying a splint on his foot.

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A new bunch of slimes popped out of the nearby bushes, once again surrounding the Lost Souls. This group was bigger than the last, and the lot of them looked ready to pounce and obliterate when the sharp crack of a whip in the air reverberated within the forest and just like that, two of the slimes were sliced in neat halves. Victoria and Avian walked into the clearing, the former with a fierce look of revulsion on her face as she swung her whip up again like a lasso, while the latter was eyeing the sleeping catbus with what seemed like curiosity. However, just when it seemed like the humans were going to be saved by a couple of badasses, a loud rumble burst within the deeper part of the forest and a massive slime monster, one even bigger than the catbus, slid in front of the Lost Souls.

So basically they’d have to contend with that one while the more experienced warriors deal with the babies. Tough life.

“Humans, listen- Oh hey Zephy,” Victoria glanced up and waved at the messenger, who was happily perched on a tree, before returning her attention to the humans. For some reason the appearance of the boss slime caused a flood of its mini friends to pour out from within, like, everywhere, so basically she and her partner weren’t moving anywhere anytime soon. Avian narrowed his eyes before running forward a few steps, facing the incoming slime monsters, and then[url=http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121210031921/dragonsdogma/images/1/10/Skill_Strider_Skull_Splitter.gif] spun in the air with his blades extended[/url], resulting in goo flying everywhere in copious amounts. Yeah, whatever, it was a fabulous move.

“Freeze that thing to keep it from moving for a short while. Alternate between heat and ice to make it shrink. Oh for pity’s sake, don't try to make it burst!” Victoria called out as her trusty whip hit slime and made it into sashimi. “Force won’t work on that type, so you have to stick with your magic abilities!”