[hr][hr][center][h1][color=8040bf]Eudora Esmeralda Erebus[/color] and [s][color=6F7B70]Daniyal Lohi
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[hr][center][color=8040bf][b]Location: Fairgrounds[/b][/color]
[color=8040bf][b]Interacting With: Mullo[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

[i]Now's my chance,[/i] Eudora murmured in her head. The mullo sustained numerous cuts and blows, and Eudora herself managed to land a good hit before Fairfax yelled out his plan and already the angel was running out, holy light shining brightly in her hands. It was now or never. In those few intense seconds, time slowed to a crawl, right now in Eudora's mind all that existed was her, the berries, and the wounded Mullo. So the question now was, did she feel lucky?

Eudora has been lucky before sure - killed a man with a single spell, brought a person back to life from the brink of death, and so on - but would she risk it [i]now[/i]? She could let Serph take care of it from here, go tend to the wounded, but that could leave the mullo with still a lot of strength left. She had to do her part.

Eudora took a deep breath and launched herself closer to the mullo, just far enough to dig her fingers into the wound and try to give the beast a little push, perhaps to help it notice the screaming angel in the chaos of flailing limbs and noise and hopefully to dig the hawthorne in deep without losing her fingers and dodged out with her withered legs at such a speed that it surprised Eudora in that dangerous, aderline-induced high. 

Eudora, now breathing deeply and trying to not look at her hands in case she lost them, trotted back to the fallen allies. She crouched near Olivia and Millicent, one hand on each of their bodies as she chanted the same healing spell that she already spoke a thousand times today, but this time intertwined with slightly annoyed pleas begging them to not get themselves killed.