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

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...So, just what was this girl again? Nullifying physical damage like that and pimp-slapping enemies into submission with such weak moves was rather high-tier from her knowledge, and that usually tended to be a trait of divine beings or super overpowered special named angels that could only be summoned down by some pretty super high tier rituals and only if they wanted to come. She was pretty far from that right now. She was sure no one in the world was close to that right now. More so, she was more and more sure this girl was from another world entirely between her odd speaking and terms and strange abilities so far. Literally. What educated mage in their right mind wouldn't assume that?!

Even so, it seemed her current 'allies' were done mopping up the Empire's soldiers. Albeit there had been a lot to take in, and a lot going at them, and a strange girl had just broken the soldiers's weapons with a simple slap among other things like a crazy shouting paladin. Did she blame them for running? Not at all. Did Yinha feel that this was a great chance to get out of here? Very much yes. 

[color=pink]"I can help!"[/color]

The High Elf called out as she quickly ran over, examining the Lizardman's wounds after first glancing forward to make sure the enemy's flight wasn't 'temporary'.

[color=pink]"I can at least seal the wounds and get them healing once the projectiles are pulled out, but more importantly perhaps need to keep moving right now while we have the chance,"[/color] Yinha said, before glancing over at Serafaye as an idea quickly came to mind, [color=pink]"When we get a chance, perhaps you could remove them out more with your strength? If you are comfortable wish such I mean. 

But we do need to get moving quickly, in case more soldiers try to cut us off that is, as I do not think any of us are as...sheerly durable as yourself from the look of things."[/color]

Not the most optimal thing to ask someone with untrained hands, but her magic could keep up with the injuries and keep helping Kaze briefly as they moved. Unless the big chopping Lizardman with his sword and strength felt he could make it father before they should do that? Frankly her concern over the injuries was more immediately balanced out with the pressing desire for them to keep moving. Albeit, the great amount of concern over 'who' and 'what' and 'how' in regards to this girl and the rest of this group would be sitting on the backburner for the moment. 

Words weren't her strong suit right now.