[center][h2][color=red]Sheffield[/color][/h2][/center]

[i]Interacting: [@Ellion] and anyone.[/i]

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[quote=@Ellion][color=pink]"Can you help me?"[/color] she called, her voice shaking with a deep fear, ignorant of pain as she stood on a nearly deserted street. There were sounds of activity coming from inside the buildings, keeping the eeriness at bay. “[color=pink]Please….a- a monster attacked my family. They are dying. Please, please, please help..."[/color][/quote]

Sheffield froze as the voice pierced through his thoughts. He turned his back on the woods.

Pain, fear, desperation--these were the feelings he could clearly hear, and incapable of blocking out. There was a person, a girl he saw, bleeding out from a gaping wound-- correction: fatal injury.

It was all decided by then. The young Hunter had lives to save. For the first part of this little act, he pulled out a lighter, a handmade device from a part of a flintlock pistol. In his other hand was a blue sphere; he lit the fuse trailing out of it with a single spark as he ran to the girl, then threw it into the air.

It exploded in the night, a rainbow of trailing sparks as he scooped up the girl. The sound the fireworks roared out should be more than enough to attract anyone. The Hunters in the tavern, in particular, should hear it. Already there were townspeople shouting in surprise nearby.

Sheffield scooped up the girl gently. She was warm, incredibly light, but blood was still dripping down the cobblestones. He hurried back to the tavern, praying the doctor he saw was still there.

[color=red]"Where?"[/color] he whispered to the girl as he tried to keep her steady, fishing out bandages and mercilessly pressing them with one hand into the huge incision. Blood was finally... stopping. [color=red]"Where is your family?"[/color]