[h2]Sir Tyaethe Radistirin[/h2]

"You're not fighting like that," she stated, looking at the injury. Not life-threatening, if she could get him to somebody else it would be fine to go off after that laser, wouldn't it? With a magic user that strong, it might even be needed for her to do it right now... but if it wasn't treated in time, there was no guarantee it would heal right. As much as her sword hand itched to get back into the battle, there was a healer now. She couldn't leave Avlin here if that was the case.

Tyaethe's bedside manner would definitely leave something to be desired: picking the knight up, ignoring any complaints, and slinging him over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. On the positive side, this meant her shield was covering him from any further damage--though lying face-down on a back soaked in troll blood would be a horrifying experience.

The path back to the ridge was easy, Tyaethe barely slowed by her cargo, and so immediately after Tiral's speech, it would be put to the test... a knight soaked in the blood of foes, depositing an actually-wounded knight before Lyrie.

"Leg."