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

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[color=pink][i]'You idiot!'[/i][/color]

...Is what Yinha thought to herself rather than shout it aloud at the Lizardman, even as she watched him shove a sword [b]deeper[/b] into himself and basically indulge in further self-harm before her very eyes. It was a choice she understood at least, not like he needed to be bleeding out right now while the weapons and arrows [u]sticking out of his body[/b] were keeping the wounds shut for the moment in some primitive, savage method. No, it wasn't like she felt the primal urge to [b][i]slap the ever loving world out of Kaze[/i][/b]. No. Totally not feeling the rage of a thousand suns at someone indulging in more damage and pain. Not that like prodded every nerve she had left to deal with all of this right now. Nope. 

[color=pink]"Kaze is right, we need to keep moving... The rest of the army is out there, and only Miss Serafaye seems to be immune to their attacks somehow for now. Not that she might make the best 'battering ram', but...blast it all,"[/color] The mage spoke aloud, biting her lower lip between brief pauses as she tried to keep her mouth shut from shouting at Kaze, her tone of voice low enough for the group to hear without shouting at least, [color=pink]"If we can sneak some more, perhaps we can at least try to get past some cracks in their defenses? Either that, or perhaps we could use summons from a couple of us to distract them. But we need to move regardless."[/color]

After today, she would need a nice hot cup of tea. If they were even remotely in a position for such by the end of all of this. It was the first thing she could think of while pushing in comforting thoughts to keep her cool.