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With the soft thump of a Grimm corpse hitting the ground, a quiet calm descended back upon the swampy woodland north of Mission as a solitary figure twirled his curved blade in his hand before sliding the flat of it along the back of his hand, as if wiping away blood that wasn't there, and back into its weaponized sheath. His eyes slid closed and He let out a long exhale before turning to look at the fallen monsters littering the clearing with a tired and disdainful glare. Three Ursas, a half dozen Beowolves and an Alpha of each type with just as many Boarbatusk dotted between them, all in varying stages of decay.

He looked back in the direction of Mission and made to start walking but the first step went a stabbing pain lancing up his body and he grimaced before looking down at his body. The danger passed, his adrenaline high had dissipated and he was painfully reminded of the claw wound marring his side, blood beginning to soak through his undershirt and into his robes. He hissed and pressed his arm onto the bleeding wound to stem the flow somewhat as he pressed on towards the village he had stopped off in on his search for his wayward teammate, all the while mentally cursing out the Damn Alphas, jumping in while he already has his hands full.

Ryuu, unsurprisingly, was glad to be surrounded by the structures and walls of the village when he had arrived, the slim but still present threat of a Grimm ambush finally truly null. It was two-fold, as not only was it a place of shelter and healing but it also reminded the young Huntsman of his childhood, of home. A small comfort to be sure, but with a great significance. He allowed himself to relax slightly, mindful not to relax the pressure on his wound as his began to search for someone that wasn't busy and might be able to direct him to a doctor or apothecary of some kind. Most villages had one, as not everyone had their Auras unlocked and even if they did, it wasn't a perfect defence. Like all things, it had its limits and a place was needed when those limits were passed, Unfortunately, such was the situation Ryuu was in. The wound itself wasn't life-threatening, but it was enough to limit his movements and hinder him in combat so he wanted to resolved the problem sooner rather than later.

He noticed someone that seemed to be unoccupied, a hooded woman leaning idle on the wall of the the blacksmiths, and approached, simultaneously to make a note to drop by to restock on his dust supplies and maybe do some maintenance on Ryujin. He kept as much pain as he could out of his movements, as to avoid giving the woman unnecessary worry, but the hand placed over his side was enough of a giveaway should anyone pay enough attention. He gave a small, somewhat reassuring smile before he spoke, his voice tinted by a light mistralean accent.

[color=ghostwhite]"Excuse me, but could you please point me to a doctor of some kind? I have a wound I'd like looked at, if at all possible."[/color]

To emphasise his point, he moved his hand briefly to reveal the layer of both fresh and drying blood before gently but firmly moving it back and shifting uncomfortably. The pressure stemmed the bleeding but did nothing for the pain, so getting the wound dressed properly and taking some decent painkillers would the most prudent thing right now.