[center][color=green][h2]Pox[/h2][/color]
[h3]Ancient Ruins of the Burning Sands
Post Battle[/h3][/center]

A warrior met a rather nasty end being coated in the burning Firedust.  Scales designed for such oppressive heat were not that great against straight up fire.  Following that, Pox aimed another of his weapons, a clay canister filled with potassium chlorate, lactose, and a dye topped a charge to disperse its contents.  The concussive blast would be with smoke and mixing with the dust of the sands.  It was enough to get them scattered and quickly dispatched from his companions.  In his moment of attack, he barely noticed that his life was spared via the quick actions of Octavia, but sadly the action went unnoticed.

[color=green]"Hahah!  Feel the power of science!"[/color] He proclaimed not expecting his alchemical concoctions to work as well as they did.  Though the charred remains of the snakeman attempted to come forward before succumbing to its wounds.  It looked like a heap of burnt leather and smelled a little like poultry.  [color=green]"Eww....  Father forgive me."[/color]  He remembered getting back into the mindset.

The battle did not take much longer after that.  Namely it was just mop up and the two new companions proved their metal and fighting prowess.  When the noises stopped, Pox would be the first to move, running back and forth to every able body person.  While they looted the spoils of the fight, he shuffled from one to the next, inspecting up and down, around.  First he went to Nanami... unharmed and he sighed happily for that.  

Yui, tough as nails as always. Jing, Allant, Alm, even the new comers would be inspected like cattle at the auctions as legs and arms were observed.  Just dings, little bit of scraps.  Pox's hands glowed green as he would wash his hands over each, not even needing to touch their dings.  The magic was just a simple disinfectant.  Their scraps could hardly be considered wounds, and it was only infection that could cause a problem.  Then he came to Jenramo... the man who specifically stated to ignore him should he be wounded.

[@RoccanIronclad]

Pox approached with an unused dart.  He jabbed it casually in the back of one of Jenramo's arms.  [color=green]"Poke."[/color]  Pox had antivenin to spare after the attack and he was the only one who he could see that was potentially injured with one of those arrows.  Pox's deftness with avoiding the nerve centers of body would actually make the sliver of sharp metal more of an irritation than an actual bit of pain.  In, plunger, out.  Quick as a whistle.  If this still would get on Jenramo's nerves, he'd raise his shoulders to look sheepish.  [color=green]"Safe than sorry."[/color] He said stepping back, since the man still had his weapons out.

He wondered if he was missing someone... then he saw that Gwen and Octavia were not here.  He began to move fast, casing the edges of the battlefield until he found them outside.  

[@Arthanus][@HowlsOfWinter]

Pox approached them with some haste, seeing the signs of obvious distress.  He already had a hand on his medicine back he kept strapped over his black apron as he approached them.  [color=green]"Lady Gwen!  Lady Octavia!  Are you alright?  Are you hurt?"[/color]  The doctor could really move when the need seemed great.