As the man passed, Trix thought she could feel his soul leave his body. There would be time for tears later, for Trix's gaze was drawn to a slew of wounded and dead left behind the monster. The healthy had managed to escape, with the exception of those still trapped in the upper corner of the stands. Trix moved forward, seeing other medics and doctors do the same around her. The Warden Knights that had served as judges were giving out commands to the squires, mainly moving the wounded out of the area. But they were doing so haphazardly. Trix rushed up to a small group of squires that were carrying a man with a minor contusion on his head, and a woman whose arm was missing from below the elbow. 

[color=f49ac2][i][b]"Stop, move the man over there by the food stands, he'll be fine. Leave the woman here, she doesn't have time to be moved."[/b][/i][/color] The squires looked at her incredulously, and a Warden Knight moved over to scold the disrespectful civilian. But he was stopped by a massive, clawed paw. [color=aba000][i][b]"Do as the healer says. Her mind is clear."[/b][/i][/color]

The Warden was shocked at the order, but obeyed, [color=a2d39c][i][b]"Yes Lord Knight Svarak."[/b][/i][/color]

Trix took that as permission to continue, [color=f49ac2][i][b]"Those without life threatening injuries, move over there and keep them protected. Those that seem to be dying, leave here."[/b][/i][/color] The squires nodded and the Wardens moved away to begin relaying the ordered to others. Lord Knight Svarak, however, moved toward the creature in the stands calmly. The massive lion like Charr had a very imposing presence, in his Ebonsteel armor, trimmed gold, especially with the foreign, crystalline great sword strapped to his back. Everyone knew him. Lord Knight of the Citadel, one of the five rulers of the Ebon Knights, and thus, Ebonfort. And Lord Knights were not cushion positions, they were the fiercest, smartest, strongest fighters in the empire. 

When he reached the bottom of the stands, he let loose feral roar, startling many in the near vicinity. He had challenged the creature to one on one combat and he knew it would understand that. The creature turned at the challenging roar, its tail swiping a few of the trapped patrons over the stand, not caring as they fell many feet onto the soft grass. Its yellow eyes glared warily at the challenger. It could feel the ominous aura of strength this new opponent provided, he was not like these... weaklings. This was a real threat. It slowly stalked side to side on the stand, never taking its gaze off the unarmed Charr, sizing it up.

Lord Knight Svarak grinned as he watched his prey continue to walk back and forth cautiously, waiting for his moment. [i]CRACK![/i] One of the wooden seats snapped, and for the briefest of moments the creature was distracted. Svarak leapt forward, using the stands to propel him forward as he ran on all four limbs. When he closed the gap, the monster's attention returned, but Svarak was already around to the side. He charged forward, and tackled with his armored shoulder into the creature's mid section. The bony armor held, but the creature was tossed off balance to its right side. It turned quickly to bite down on this attacker, and felt a fist devastate its lower jaw. The Charr didn't want to kill this creature. He wanted it captured, and thus, left his sword undrawn.

Trix ripped a long stretch of cloth from her skirt, and grabbed a sturdy stirring spoon from her kit, normally used to help make salves. The woman was barely conscious, not really even noticing her presence. The arm was missing from about the middle of the bicep. The blood loss would kill her very soon if not quickly handled. She tied the strip of cloth into a loop, and slipped one end under the stub. She then stuck her spoon in the loop above the arm and began twisting it. As it twisted, the loop tightened and tightened, until with a few last squirts, the bleeding stop. She slipped the spoon in the tightened loop, satisfied with the tourniquet. 

This would only be a temporary measure. In order to stop infection, she'd need to cut away the excess meat, and cauterize the wound. Standing up, she looked around at the abandoned food stands, seeing a few fires and ovens still burning, left unattended. She rushed toward one, not noticing the fight between the Lord Knight and the monster. If she had, she would have seen the monster's tail swipe through a wooden railing, and noticed the wooden rail flying toward her. When she did, she managed to get her arms up, trying to best defend herself. There was an impact, but not on her arms. It had struck something invisible just inches above them, but the blow was strong enough to knock her arms back into her face and sending her tumbling head over heels. Trix lay there stunned, groaning in pain, trying to raise herself up, not even realizing that she momentarily revealed her magic. There would be time to worry about that later, there were still many people to save.