[@ERode][@Nanaya]

That was faster than expected, but Hildegunde was far from complaining. Chloe - wherever that door led - was no longer in an active battlefield. The dirt wall crumbles, and Hildegunde, not wasting precious time to escape from the blade, ducks and runs. The blade grazes her leg as her PB wavers, but leaves her in one piece. She falters in her step, but manages to stay on both feet. 

Then, and only then, does she take the time. The time to think, and the time to act. The pain searing in her leg grounds her to the moment. 

Otis's offer rings in her head. She wants to flee - it was nature, after all, to listen to one's pain, minor or otherwise. Moreover, she wasn't liking Chloe's chances without immediate help, and she didn't know where that door led. On the other hand, leaving this beast to roam freely was likely unwise, and possibly leaving Otis alone with it didn't bode well either.

For the moment, she would fight. That might change depending on the answer Otis gave.

It was close enough now. She would not waste her ethos yet  - the beast had come close enough that missing this shot would disgrace her as a hunter, and with backup, her need to gamble was less urgent. After today's class, she had her doubts her ethos would even simplify things in this situation.

Her words are sparse.

[color=007236][b]"Chloe, healing,"[/b][/color] Hildegunde hisses, followed by the sound of gunfire. A bullet flies towards the beast's chest - likely where its heart would be, if it had one. Her eyes fixate on the beast, watching intently for anything unusual - or, if she were lucky, a body going limp.

[color=007236][b]"Will she have that?"[/b][/color]