[Center][h2][b]Day 2
Outside of Koley Railyard, Koley,
Libor Province,
Republic of Polavia[/b][/h2][/center]

As the first fire fight died out, Silas went around the team. Even if they didn't need it he slugged everyone magic , green for healing, sparkling off his knuckles. All except Borys and Felix. They got to watch him stalk towards them and pull his cudgel. They had about 12 seconds between them before he swung for center field. And lucky them he remembers to turn his healing magic in! Only the impact and the healing and none of the damage the spiked cudgel would have done.

As things die down he goes about the field and starts to pillage abit. Bandages, a few vials of morphine, a really nice antibiotic autoinjector from one of the officers.

And just as hea about to jump aboard the trucks he slows. Then whistles. "Hello there my dear." Bending over and pulling a KS-23 from the cooling hands of one of the bodies. Rifling through pockets he finds a handful of the large shells meant for the immense scatter gun.

As he boards up he pulls the smaller scattergun off his shoulder and offers it around, "Anyone got room? I just found something even better." He pats the big cannon with s grin.

He sets the smaller shotgun in a carry bin in the back and as he plays scavenger in the back of the truck for.more ammo the rolling fire fight begins. He snails, "we cannot catch a break!" Drawing his pistol he rattles off some shots. Plugging one of the passengers. Then turning and shouting "[i]Malaka[/i] what did I tell you about needing to heal you again!" He shouted having to watch Borys hold up.against shots again.

Ad they approached the train he helped get people aboard before boarding himself. And just in tome as their ride got rammed. He leans out the car, "Rowan? Felix? [u]Malaka[/u]!"

But soon they are racing back. He motions, "Come on!" Helping to get them on board and if the haymakers he gives them.both are a little bit more vehement then needed well that's a Healers Rage for you.

He does pull his cudgel and wails on the big cat for abit making damn sure he's healed. One blow...two...three...four. he expects someone to stop him at one point. Right before he stops himself.

He flops to the train car floor, "you know what...a few days ago...while.doing house calls i thought i missed this crap...Wonder why?" He slugs his way over and cracks a crate, "hmm don't think they'd miss a bottle huh?" Rwaching into his medbag he pulls a wicked looking knife using it to Crack the top, "emm..." and he tips back before offering the bottle around, "might be the only joy we get for awhile." He expound as everyone catches their breath.