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Any sense of weariness that Barty had left, was now attributed to the third member of his Coven. A blinding rainbow light bursting forth from his body that now threatened to blind everyone within the room. He didn’t dare to think about how it would affect the statue yet, knowing that the stone drank deep of their magic and if the pull was indeed what caused the bout earlier, it would certainly make a meal out of this spectacle the fool had decided to put on for them. Barty did his best to shield his eyes, lifting his coat to cover his face as well as Connie’s before a look of utter shock and despair hit him. He let out a shuddered breath, before looking at Connie with concern as his eyes quickly darted down towards her wrist. [color=8a9a5b]”I am truly sorry for this Connie but your needed [i]now[/i].”[/color] Barty snatched her wrist with his hand as he quickly pulled them both up and out of the room, sprinting as fast as he was able to, his hand slowly moving from her wrist into her own hand to hold, trembling all the while. [color=8a9a5b]”I know not what has transpired but it appears we have someone grievously injured within Mikkails living room. No doubt the assailant from before tried to strike again, or a mystical mishap. Either way your magic is far more suited than my potions right now.”[/color] Barty couldn’t tell if the sounds he was hearing was his shoes against the stone or the sound of his own heart beating in his ears. He worried that Nicky was hurt, or Cal, a pang of panic crossing him as he even thought of Cassie and Willow. There was a familiarity to it all, to this feeling of fear for others.

Barty pushed that deep down as they finally made it towards the living room and he pushed the doors wide open. The place was in tatters, a massive shard of glass was sticking out from Willow's chest, as several more seemed to decorate the room, his eyes following the disaster until he finally landed on Cassie and the bloodsoaked jacket around her hand. He pulled out some willow, ginger, basil, allspice, and fern, holding some to Cassie's mouth as he began to chew on others to grind them to a paste and extract the benefits from inside. Normally he'd use a mortar and pestle but when time was of the essence ingenuity was needed to survive. [Color=8a9a5b]”Connie, start with Cassie and help staunch the flow of blood. I can help manage the pain and prevent any infections that may try to settle in, after that we must work on Willow. By Bríg what happened here?”[/color] He removed the jacket, revealing the missing extremity. Several gaelic curses ran under his breath as he undid his belt with a deftness known all too well to Cal and Nicky, wrapping it around the wound and pulling it tight. The herbal mixture he'd chewed now spat onto the wound as he put his knowledge to good use. [Color=8a9a5b]”Cal, Willow, we will get to you two in a moment. For now just push past the pain and endure until we can.”[/color] The magic of his words washed over the pair of them, as Willow's pain began to dull and Cal's pain was immediately removed.