Removing something from the chest, after he assisted her off the cart. Throwing on a hefty coat over her shoulders, smelling strange, though distinctive from the stench of blood already coming from Bastian. [color=0072bc]“That should keep you warmer...”[/color]

He left the stables, expecting to be followed and headed inside the town, the entire place was disturbingly quiet and dark, the streets abandoned, almost every blind and shutter closed. Feeling a chill down his spine, taking her hand and hurrying her along, walking at a quicker pace. [color=0072bc]“We must hurry, something’s wrong.”[/color]
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Running through the empty marketplace, smelling blood that wasn’t being cleansed by the rain pelting their coats. Bastian knew it was coming from the direction they were headed. Rushing up to the tent that was located beside the beastkind’s market stall, using it as shelter. The outside and entrance was slashed and torn. Heading inside and finding the beastkind pinned on the ground, moaning and clutching the polearm plunged through his chest. Bastian kneeled down and looked dumbstruck on how to react, watching the beastkind looking in his direction.

[color=fff79a]“You’re closer to your children than you think Bastian...they know you’re looking for them…”[/color] The beastkind strained to speak coughing.

[color=0072bc]“D-don’t worry. We need to get you a Physicker…”[/color] Bastian stuttered out, trying to gather material from around the tent to wrap the wounds, only noticing all his other cuts and slashes. 

[color=fff79a]“Don’t be stupid...I can feel my stomach burning. If I don’t die from bleeding out-the poison will finish the job. Dammit, I never thought I’d die from keeping my mouth shut.”[/color] He clenched his teeth and clenched Bastian's arm.