Araerys's feeling of triumph at sending the human scampering backwards on the ice was short lived. Mere seconds afterward she felt a terrible piercing at her side, an intrusion in her body that was so painful it forced a yelp from her, like an exclamation mark to end her spell. For a few moments her vision blurred at the edges and a ringing appeared in her ears, dampening all other sounds from the battle as her gaze fell down to the handle of a dagger protruding from her gut. The wound it had opened was fresh and bleeding, dying the fabrics of her dress a darker red. 

Once again in shock for the second time in a matter of minutes, Ary swallowed and attempted to turn her attention back to the action, eyes wide and mouth agape. The half-elf was breathless for a moment, caught in her moment of surprise. To her, this all felt as if it spanned an eternity, as if everything were happening in slow motion. It was her perception through the shock, she knew, as this wasn't the first time Ary had been stabbed, unfortunately. This was, however, the worst of the times. Still, she knew what she needed to do - for herself, and for this unfortunate group of travelers that were being cut down because of her. Araerys forced herself to breathe deeply, through her nose and out of her mouth, as she watched one of the males of the group crumple into a heap on the ground, clearly unconscious. There it was, an unfortunate cue. With a sharp inhale, as if courage grew in the air, Ary clutched the handle tightly and tugged the dagger out from inside of her, crying out in agony.

Through sheer determination she kept her focus, however hazy it was from the pain. She released the bloodied weapon from her hand and it fell to the ground as she forced one foot in front of the other, a hand planting itself firmly on top of the opened wound in her belly. Araerys made her way towards the unconscious paladin, barely noticing the danger that was so close to his body; she had a mission, and she needed to to do right by these creatures for putting them through so much trouble. She darted forward as fast as she could, minding that she kept herself as far from the human as was possible and still be able to touch her ally. She knew she would only have enough within her to heal him and flee the spot, but it would have to do. 

Once close enough, Araerys bent down as much as she could, her small hand flying towards the male's ankle and grasping hold of it. She was panting from the effort and the aching in her side, but she pushed forth nonetheless, knowing this needed to be quick. Her bloodied hand left the wound and made a few hurried gestures while she hissed something underneath her breath. Immediately she felt the slightest stir from him and knew he was awake - her mission was done. Unfortunately that was all she would be able to do for him in the state she was in, and released his ankle. "Move yourself!" she cried at him as she straightened herself up, raced back towards the wall that she had been previously standing near and pressed herself against it for support once she reached it.

Gasping and whimpering simultaneously, Araerys took survey of the landscape through the tears and sweat that had accumulated in her eyes. One of the other females, the feline kurjian who had been standing near the unconscious male, was to be the next victim of that unrelenting human. Feeling suddenly overcome with compassion for her, Ary opened her mouth and fiercely shouted: "Hell hath no fury like a woman with claws! Show these poor bastards to their hell!"

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Ary moves 10 feet forward in order to be able to touch Lex and casts Cure Wounds on him ([url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2851]8[/url] + [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2852]5[/url] = 13). She then flees 15 feet towards the wall near Daisy, and uses Bardic Inspiration aimed at Yvah for her bonus action.

Affected: [@Turbowraith] [@Ms Ravenwinter]
[@JBRam2002], Drifter and Ratfolk are next!
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