Evie’s breath came ragged against the curve of Locke’s shoulder. For a moment she couldn’t see—just shards, tears, and the echo of that memory tearing her open. Roscoe’s fur was damp beneath her arms, his growl still rumbling against her chest. Then the noise of the hiss of shards breaking on armor, and the muffled grunt of pain—snapped her back.

She blinked hard, vision swimming as she realized Locke was crouched over her and Roscoe, his frame turned into a shield. His armor was scored deep, blood already welling through the breaches.

[color=#697DFF]“Shit—Locke.”[/color] Her voice cracked. She scrambled, hands running quick over the torn plating, searching for the worst of the damage. She pressed her hands against the gashes, and applied her [Healing] E skill. Before she shook her head and looked at him.[color=#697DFF] "I'm sorry Locke...Thanks for covering my lame ass..."[/color] She rose slowly, planting her boots in the shallow water, shoulders squaring as she forced air into her lungs. Roscoe pressed up alongside her, ears high, nose working the mist. Evie laid a hand on his scruff.

[color=#697DFF]"You think you can sniff him out boy?"[/color] Evie looked around the misty room with a frown. [color=#697DFF]"Locke, I've dealt with some fucked up tactics before...But this magic stuff is another level...be careful."[/color] She turned her gaze out into the room, scanning for any sign of the mage while gripping her bat.

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Actions: 
1. Heal Locke
2. Stand up