The scene was… definitely not what Haven had expected. The explosion was obviously no accident – not when people were fighting so viciously at its epicenter. Forrest was there. The way he moved, strong and ruthless, stilled her. It made her glad she'd been unconscious by the time he'd arrived to save her the previous night.

Then he went down.

[color=coral]"Shit."[/color] Haven, against all rational thought, ran into the fray. Forrest wasn't getting up. She skidded to his side, bending down near his face. His eyes were cracked open, blinking sluggishly. Haven's hands fluttered above him, wanting to help but not knowing how. There was another explosion too close to her. Haven let out a short scream, caught off guard. Heat drifted over her, flushing her skin. She looked back down at Forrest. 

[color=coral]"C'mon, you need to get [i]up[/i]!"[/color] She punctuated this with a slap to his cheek. His eyes seemed to blink more rapidly, but all that escaped him was a groan. Letting out a frustrated sound, Haven looked around at the chaos surrounding her. No one was paying them any mind, too caught up with the fighters still standing. 

Until someone [i]did[/i] notice them.

A man, red faced and sweating, paused to look at the scene. Then a smile curled his lips, taunting and vicious. Haven's blood froze.

[b]"Well, loo–"[/b] 

Dagger had pounced on him. As the Granbull mauled the man, Haven turned her attention back to Forrest. 

[color=coral]"Help me!"[/color] she shouted at Cloak, grabbing Forrest's shoulder. Following her lead, Cloak grabbed the other, and they started the process of dragging him to the outskirts of the battle. Forrest should've been named Boulder. The man was a brick and Haven strained to move him more than a few inches at a time. 

[color=coral]"Y'know, I'm really not enjoying this role-reversal,"[/color] she muttered through her teeth.