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[center][color=cyan][h2]Etoile[/h2]
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Etoile sighed in relief as the krovar was slaughtered, and limped up to the rest of them as they collected, wincing as she went. She felt a distinct wetness in her leg and grit her teeth as the adrenaline of combat leeched out of her. Her leg wound was starting to bleed through the bandage. "[color=cyan]I'm going to go with Clara here. I don't know about the rest of you, but...[/color]" she tilted her leg to the side, revealing the tear in her trousers and, more important, the blood seeping out from behind the somewhat makeshift bandage around it, "[color=cyan]I think I need a minute to get this patched up better now that my arm is working.[/color]"

And, resolving to ignore any protests that might come her way, she sat herself down on the forest floor, making sure her arm was in full working order before taking out her sabre and gingerly cutting the bandage away from her leg, hissing as some of the crusty blood on the fabric pulled at the open wound. Working grimly and quickly, she took out her canteen and splashed water over the wound, washing off the dried blood and sluicing it clean. She closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply through her teeth, before continuing.

"[color=cyan]So,[/color]" she forced herself to speak through a clenched jaw, "[color=cyan]we have twisted birds and a twisted krovar. Anybody want to place bets on what horror we're going to need to deal with next?[/color]"

She paused to inspect the now-cleaned wound as best she could through the blood that was flowing more liberally now that she'd washed it out, though not as much as it had before. Heaving out a breath, she gave a silent prayer of thanks. The bird had just [i]barely[/i] missed her femoral artery. A quarter of an inch further back and she would have bled out on the land barge's deck. As it was, it was definitely painful and frustrating, but it wasn't overly dangerous. The blood flow was already slowing to less of a pour and more of a seep. She wrapped the bandage tightly around the wound and tied it off with a few quick motions before standing up and testing it, giving a mirthless little smile. [i][color=cyan]Much better.[/color][/i]