Julan looked down at his leg. He showed some discomfort, but more from the sight of all the blood than anything he was feeling. [i]"Well...I won. And I'm not really hurting anymore, so I guess I feel good. Did I fight well?"[/i]

Xharanthixil stepped out around Kaleeth, crossing his arms with something of a judgmental stare towards Julan. [i]"I think you're a featherbrained idiot for going on fighting in that kind of a state."[/i] He chided, before letting out a sigh. [i]"But, you do have heart, at least. Heart, stubbornness, and a lot of endurance. Maybe a bit of cleverness in there too. You're lucky Argrei didn't have an answer to all your magic, though. That boy also needs some practice."[/i]

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"Like I said, I'm pretty sure his beast was still influencing him." Ahnasha remarked. Once she finished unwrapping the bandage, she got out of her dress as well, revealing yet more bloodstained fur. Granted, much of it had come from the bandit she had started to feast on back at the camp. "If he had lost control, I suppose I would have been able to get him to submit before it broke into a fight. He had just enough will to want to run away. He did spill blood first, but...I thought he had lost control. Couldn't let him rampage through the countryside like that, so...I did what we're supposed to do. Precision strikes to the joints, stop him from fighting back while causing as little damage as possible. Something easily healed."

Ahnasha could not hide her regret. "I'm going to need a thorough bath before we meet back up with your family." She remarked, drinking the potion quickly, then tossing the waterskin back onto the bed. "Hopefully my arm heals up before then. We'll need to get Rhazii back here too, and hopefully in a good enough mental state to deal with our families. Honestly, though, I'm at least not too worried about my family anymore. All things considered, I suppose their approval or disapproval is not the most important thing in the world."