Celeste grimaced as the blade struck the corpse. "Bastard..." She yanked the ribbon, dislodging the blade and pulling it back towards her. She gripped the ivory hilt of the weapon and slid it into it's sheathe. Taggerung increased in speed and vanished into the forest. Catching up to him at this point was unlikely, and running with an open wound would likely cause her to lose more blood than she could spare. She looked to her hand again, pulling the shredded fabric away from the wound. The cuts were deep. The hooks had torn deep into her flesh on either side of her hand. She gritted her teeth, as the pain increased exponentially with every passing second. She tried moving the fingers. The middle three worked fine, but the thumb and pinky struggled. Still, they did move, so they weren't completely destroyed. It was a serious wound. She looked across the clearing, her eyes settling on the cloak she had worn. It was now shredded in half, but still useful. She grabbed one half of the cloak, tearing off a long section, and began wrapping the wounded hand to prevent blood loss. Her eyes darted around the clearing, searching for the shadowmages. "You four... do any of you have any medical supplies?" The woman slumped against a nearby tree, struggling to wrap the wound with one hand. She cursed herself for not doing what she should've done in the first place. She looked towards the black sword on her right hip. Would it have even worked?

 Eva glanced around the room, and realized they were causing a massive scene. The majority of the inn now seemed to have their eyes on them. Killing a child in front of a crowd never went over well with the authorities. She pointed a finger towards the door. "I've told you to leave once already. Go. And don't return." She spoke with a tone as cold and solid as granite, her eyes flaring with a fierce seriousness. They couldn't do much to the boy if he did not intend to make a move against them. Still, after his words letting him walk away felt wrong, but they didn't have much of a choice, unless one of them wanted to risk cold-blooded murder in front of an audience.