Mags was, for a little while, genuinely wondering if this was some bizarre exsanguination-induced hallucination. She'd seen weird, but this was kind of on a whole other level that was making her seriously question it. A horse with letters appearing on it was asking her to apparently act as its translator for the iron man that was striding along the street. It had quite an attitude for an equine billboard, but bereft of ideas on any other way to handle the situation, the young woman was about to relay the message. It soon seemed clear however that the man didn't actually need the services of a horse-interpreter, and was simply dismissing it...as it happened, in favour of appealing to her for help. 'She's hurt.' A sarcastic response of 'No shit' seemed totally inappropriate considering the weight of the situation, and so Mags bit it back in favour of turning her attention to the second person, who was, indeed, in very bad shape. For a moment, Magdalene hesitated, biting on the inside of her cheek. She had no reason to do this. She had no reason to trust these people. For all she knew the guy could be using the injured woman for sympathy to get people to let their guard down. Far all she knew the woman might not even really be injured and could be using some illusion nonsense. And she was going to have to reveal the location of her stash if she was going to be of help. As a factionless, friendless ashlander with no offensive ability, the Erubesco cache was pretty much all she had going for her at the moment. On the other hand.. the one who was hurt looked bad. Even from where Mags was it was possible to see she ha some serious open fractures. Even if she somehow didn't bleed to death then she'd be done from the massive infection that would follow from those kind of injuries in the wasteland. To put it bluntly, she didn't stand a chance in hell. [color=bc8dbf]"Not a healer...but.."[/color] Magdalene spoke up before she'd consciously decided. [color=bc8dbf]"..I got a trauma kit back there..and I know my stuff. Can't promise any miracles but I reckon I could at least clean it up and get the bleeding under control if I can get the time and the space."[/color] Why was she doing this? It certainly wasn't doing her any good. Mags was also a little dubious about the possibility that she was just a good person. Misplaced guilt? Yeah, probably that. She bit back a sigh. [color=bc8dbf] "Look. If you can handle the heat I'll get your friend out of the way and do what I can. You've got no reason to trust I'm not trying to pull something, but...likewise really. You can think about how to pay me back later."[/color] ---- [color=0072bc]"Left, Knight."[/color] ORIN spoke into Kora's earpiece. [color=0072bc]"Don't you dare respond. Pursue the targets."[/color] [color=ed1c24]"Mouthy little punk." [/color]Kora snarled under her breath. [color=ed1c24]"Luckiest day of her goddamn life that I don't have time to deal with her shit."[/color] [color=0072bc]"And yet they're never grateful. I think now is a good time. Target A is effectively neutralised, focus on neutralisation of Target B. We can collect A when engagement is concluded. You're activated Knight. Have fun."[/color] A smirk crossed the woman's dust-streaked face. She was cleared for it. Time to unleash hell. --- Stood by Orion, Mags wasn't aware of the oncoming danger. Not until it was almost upon them. Not until a scream like some kind of enraged animal burst out of the dust and sand behind them, and a figure charged out towards the man on a full tilt collision course. Her hands were glowing white hot, trailing off red and yellow sparks, her eyes were a bright crimson, lit with some internal glow, and every crashing footfall on one leg left a bloody footprint as one knee was bleeding freely; how anyone could be running on that, let alone at such a speed was well beyond her. She was just pretty certain this was not friendly. [color=bc8dbf]"Metal guy! On your six o' clock!"[/color] she cried, poised half-ready to move as her feelings of obligation to help these people went to war with her strong, strong desire to be out of the flight path of that fire-giant running at them. It found a middle ground in an instant. [color=bc8dbf]"Give me your friend!"[/color]