[hr][hr][center][h1][color=8040bf]Eudora Esmeralda Erebus[/color] and [color=6F7B70]Daniyal Lohi
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[hr][center][color=8040bf][b]Location:Not-So-Fair Fairgrounds[/b][/color]
[color=8040bf][b]Interacting With: Emmie[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]
This event too helped Eudora remember an old lesson.  "Think before you act."

And as the two witches ("twitches" if you will) were pinned to the wall, a blade digging in their arms, Eudora couldn't help but think back to that. Daniyal's thoughts, however, were a bit cruder, consisting mostly of a string of self-deprecating thoughts and a series of very vulgar curses. The non-magical kind since pinned to the wall with a knife in you isn't the most optimal position to start throwing spells around. But Eudora was a bit more determined to work the craft right now. Witchcraft always was the answer to everything to her but whenever she opened her mouth for a spell, she only managed a shrill cry. The pair was starting to black out from the pain, their vision grew fuzzy and their blood was drained out of them. They felt their heads go limp, and then their whole body, and then a throbbing pain in their backsides as they were dropped to the floor. 

Daniyal, wincing in pain, looked up through his messy mop of hair to see the demon down for the count. He groaned as he rested his head on the wall, clutching his arm to stem the flow of blood. He squeezed his eyes shut before opening them to see Eudora staring down at him, her hand outstretched towards them. She seemed unnaturally calm for someone who just got thrown and pinned to a wall.
 [color=8040bf]"Come,"[/color] she muttered, her tone cold and lacking emotion, [color=8040bf]"Someone needs our help."[/color] Daniyal begrudgingly took her hand and hoisted himself up, letting himself be lead towards Emmie. 

Eudora gently moved past Sera, placing a calming hand on her shoulder, [color=8040bf]"We'll try to help her as much as we can."[/color] And while her words were sincere, her tone was off. Mostly because she was trying to hide her own disappointment in herself. 

Eudora knelt down at Emmie's side, and Daniyal obediently sat crossed legged on the other. Their bleeding hands raised over the wound, fingers rigid as they chanted a spell in a language even they didn't fully understand. They felt a warmth move through their fingers, the energy mingling above the wound as it knitted flesh and bone. The river of blood reduced to a trickle as the pair expended their energy further. Eudora made a protective sign with her hand as she finished the spell before turning to Sera, [color=8040bf]"I'm sorry this is as much as we can do, she'll hopefully live but she'll need proper medical help."[/color]

Her voice was even, but it was edged with a deep sadness. She couldn't help but to feel guilty for what just happened. She only hoped this mistake wouldn't repeat.