"[b][color=8882be]Ash! AAAAASH![/color][/b]"

Alonare drew her bow towards the yelling, not taking any chances of being at a disadvantage in a standoff. She glanced around from where the yelling was originating, and managed to catch sight of movement around a broken wing. She slid off her perch and dashed across the short exposed area that was cleared just behind the ship, taking cover behind a piece of ship that left her at a 90 degree angle from where she found Ash and the voice before calling out "[b][color=39b54a]Nyte![/color][/b]"

The idea in her head was  that if the man yelling was indeed Nyte, she'd be able to lead him towards his companions. But if it wasn't, she wouldn't draw him closer to weakened allies.

[color=c4df9b][i]Holding another slave in her arms, his gut bleeding from a bullet wound, she looked up with teary eyes at those that she thought were there to save them....but they were only there to kill stock of competitors, they said...[/i][/color]