Evie hissed when Locke’s hand brushed one of the deeper cuts, the sting flaring sharp. She caught his wrist with a blood-slick palm and shook her head.

[color=#697DFF]“Easy, soldier. I’ve got me.”[/color] Her voice was rough but steady—hoarse from the fight, but laced with grit.

She slung her pack off one shoulder, fingers fumbling through the mess inside until they closed around a small glass vial. The potion’s liquid shimmered faintly amber in the torchlight, flecked with gold sediment that swirled when she uncorked it. Without hesitation, she tipped it back and drank.

The taste burned like bad whiskey and antiseptic, but the ache in her ribs eased almost instantly. Her breathing evened out, and the bleeding along her hip slowed to a trickle as the herbal cocktail took hold. She rolled her neck once, testing her weight before smirking faintly at Locke.

[color=#697DFF]“I'll be fine Locke. Let's just get the team together and move forward.”[/color]

Roscoe pressed close, his fur damp against her leg, mismatched eyes scanning the fog ahead. Evie crouched, brushing her hand over his back. [color=#697DFF]“Good boy. Still with me, huh?”[/color]

Then she stood—slow, deliberate, her jacket clinging heavy with water. Her gaze swept over the others: Yumi pale but composed, Aramis steadying his staff, Locke kneeling but alive. They were battered, but they were still standing.

[color=#697DFF]“Alright,”[/color] she called, voice cutting through the echoing chamber. [color=#697DFF]“Everyone sound off. Patch yourselves if you can. Hydrate if you’ve got it. We move in two.”[/color]

Her eyes tracked toward the tunnel yawning ahead, mist curling out from its mouth like a living thing. She adjusted her grip on her bat and started walking.

[color=#697DFF]“Target’s still Kavros. Guild wants him alive if we can swing it. Non-lethal first, lethal if we’re outta options.”[/color]

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Actions
1. [Healing Potion] - [Healing] F, [Medicine] F: Character drinks a potion and heals themself for 1hp Grade F 0 Post cool down