[center][h1][color=pink]Yinha Karathros[/color][/h1][/center]

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Once again, her very body was luggage for a giant lizard to carry around. Had she explained it like that back home, one might swiftly assume a dragon had carried her off...not a large Lizardman with incredible strength who was fleeing the collapse of a building brought down by an insane necromantic magic using old man. She didn't even have time to properly look at the Paladin or archer girl, both of whom seemed in bad condition as it was. She'd barely finished speaking and noticing the two's arrival before it was up in the Lizardman's arms again, as the Paladin too seemed to be this time, to flee the remaining cascade of debris and dust. 

This time, however, the Angelic Mage cast up the same cheap barrier from before to help them get away. Wasn't hard to use such a spell in an unorthodox situation...at least when her teacher had long ago pelted her with rocks to get her to learn this spell. "Practical application" he called it. 

By the time she was set down once more, the High Elf coughed hard from what dust had kicked out about them along the way. Wasn't enough to suffocate, but it wasn't like it made breathing easy either. Yet after a moment, the buxom mage stood up and dusted herself off in a hurry before casting another "Summon: Lesser Angel" spell. From a small magic circle that once again formed in the air a statuesque, albeit animated, Guardian angel descended. 

Then after giving it mental orders to help heal and treat the wounded Paladin and Lizardman, Yinha went looking about herself to try to get her bearings. As much as it hurt to not see the Archer there somewhere inside, at the same time she merely said a quiet prayer in her mind that the elf had passed swiftly and without pain at least. It seemed to be quite the grand ruined plaza of some sort, that much she could tell, and-...ah. 

They were not alone either. 

[color=pink]"Hey there!"[/color] Yinha called out loud to those she could still see left in the Royal Plaza, waving her arms about to get their attention, [color=pink]"We have wounded here! Do you have any supplies?"[/color]

A Guardian could cast low tier holy magic, but at the same time she didn't want to keep spamming magic forever. She had more than plenty of mana and was a proper Angelic Mage, at least, yet some mundane treatment would be nice if anyone had some potion or salve or such on their person. Maybe. Or with how this day was going they could be attacked again, in which case she at least had a Guardian out and spells to use. 

She hoped dearly for the former, peaceful situation rather than the latter.