[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://67.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7vq0dnPkf1rsy50k.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: The Cargo Bay[/center][hr][hr]Dorothy kept her focus on Patience's men, frowning when she spotted the snake, perhaps a split second before the horse did. About to make some sort of remark about the bravery of their men, she blinked, hearing the shot go off, and a bullet strike Anisa. Bullets began to fly from all around, and her heart clenched as she saw Daphne firing a good number of them. 

[color=4dffa6]"Mei-mei, this is wei shan!"[/color] Dorothy exclaimed, firing rounds at Brutus. Cut off the head and the body will flounder, so they say. But to Dorothy, she was more focused on Brutus being the one, as far as she could tell, to wound the Captain. [color=4dffa6]"No need for you to g’en ho tze bi dio se,"[/color] Dorothy added, speaking to her sister, yet not taking her eyes off of the bastards in front of her. She couldn't help but aim around the horse, hoping that the steed would cause some complications for Patience's men. A freaked horse could tend to do that. 

Taking a brief moment to glance over at the Captain, she made a mental note of the injury. A thigh wound may not have been fun, but the Captain should live. As long as it hadn't hit anything too crucial, the Captain would be able to wait for medical treatment until after the fight. It hadn't even occurred to Dorothy that she perhaps should have remained behind, in order to keep Patience's men from killing the medical personnel of the crew. 

However, the thought almost amused her. Without her, there wouldn't be anyone to help or save the crew--no matter what the Preacher's book said about the healing power of words. It was a testament to the need for [i]actual[/i] and proven skills.