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Meredith frowned as she kept eyeing both of her improvised teammates. They were a split second from falling apart, only saved due to the ridiculous endurance both seemed to have against the cultists. It did seem like it was going to be quite a slog, a slow fight where both sides were going to be depleted. Her sight wandered to the center of the arena, where a group of people was taking on the largest clump of cultist mojo she had ever noticed.

And then... a breakthrough. The commander, leader or whatever that was, decided to fold. The attack would not be pressed, they were finally on the retreat. Her eyes wandered to the remaining force of copy magician cultists. She licked her lips, like a predator being shown the weakness of her prey. She almost tried to reach for them. But she stopped. [color=f6989d][i]Get a grip, Meredith. You're not a ravenous succubus, even if sucking life essence dry beats any kind of sweet or tasty food.[/i][/color] She chastised to herself, before spreading her wings far and wide. Too many things had happened in so little time.

She was tired. 

Eyeing both the machine man, and the amorphous being she announced. [color=f6989d]"Okay, they are leaving. Time for Mer to play nurse. I will be back in a jiffy. Don't uuh... explode... or melt. Or explomelt."[/color] She said as she beat her wings towards the gathering of injuried students and teacher of several schools. She drove her claws hard into her arms, drawing blood once more for a large healing demonic rune.
[color=f6989d]"Senior Alto, I will perform first aid."[/color] Meredith say, curtly, as she required the utmost concentration. A few words, and drawing movements later, the large healing energy burst was deployed. [color=f6989d]"Can't do anything about the Mephisto girl's curse."[/color] She muttered, her eyes looking at Bak and her sorry form. And then, as if all of a sudden, she plopped on her butt, sitting with her legs spread. She was surprised how little she cared about her state of dressing now, and she bet that her black underwear was showing through the blood-caked tatters of her St Laurel's uniform.

But she was done for the day, and tired. She breathed in long drawn breaths. [color=f6989d]"I'm spent."[/color]  She said to no one in particular.