Anatole has taken Aggravated damage. He might be stabilised but he is definitely out cold.
Anatole has taken Aggravated damage. He might be stabilised but he is definitely out cold.
The Beast had been gearing up for another strike with her staff, but then the Wizened guard was shot and he... slit his own throat? Surprise and shock registered on her face before she knelt down by the dying guard.
"Um, if we wanna prisoner to interrogate or whatever, I'm gonna need my goblin fruit back, cause this guy is bleeding out fast!" She looked up and around, noticing Sera yelling for the missing fruit. "Dude, don't tell me it rolled down a sewer grate or something!"
Anatole seemed to be stable, everyone else was up and about and... "Ewww... okay, who cut off Meg's head? Gross."
The Juiced Fruit (Dream-a-Dupe) will heal 1L! It's also slightly intoxicating though with Anatole's state I doubt it'll effect the Smith overmuch
Everyone was screaming around him, the after math of their conflict with the trio. But he couldn't hear any of it, the gunshots were likely to attract the attention of the police and he wanted to move wanted to help the others, his worry for Anatole at the forefront of his mind but it all just...stopped.
James had been standing right next to the guard as he took the dagger to his own throat. His hand outstretched, mouth open as he screamed to stop only to catch the arc of arterial spray across his chest. His body spattered with their enemies blood, his other hand red with blood from the other guard beads of blood slowly trailing down the edge of the blade and drip, drip, dripping onto the floor as he stood there frozen in shock.
His body slowly trembling, breathing going ragged as he couldn't do anything but stare at the dying guard as the life-force slowly faded from his eyes. He wanted to scream, wanted to move but he was a prisoner in his own mind at what he saw, at what he'd done.
Rushing over towards the dying guard, quickly staying by Sonnie and shouting out.
"I have it, here catch."
As she throws the fruit over to the monkey before quickly rushing onwards towards the dying guard, kicking his weapons away before trying to desperately stop him from bleeding to death.
failure
His wounds to severe for her to manage to stop for the time being though.
Equipment
Handing goblin fruit back to Sonnie, kicks away the dying guards weapons and tries but fails to stop the blood loss on the guard.
The Autumn leaves swirl intangibly around the area, rolling on unseen winds. slowly, they convaless into the form of Rhodes, starting at his feet and working its way up.
Well... that works....
As the face returns to normal, he looks pale - even by his usual elfin standards - and clammy. There is a deep patch od crimson on his chest. Gasping, he falls to one knee, arm across the body.
"Well... that... could have gone worse," he croaked out, coughing. The hand he held to his mouth came away red, and he swayed unsteadily.
"We... need to get out of here..." he croaked. "Throw them through the gate and let's go."
Accepting the flask, “Thank you Circe.” Glancing back down at Anatole, wondering if it would best to feed it to him, or call in Titania.
Looking to Sonnie, finally seeing the guard bleeding out, she shakes her head, she was not going over to help. He worked with Meg, he attacked and almost killed them, and she would not lend her healing powers to him.
Wait, Yami had it? Why was she not giving it Anatole?!
Hearing Rhodes voice brought relief to her. He was alive. But when she looks at him, her heart dropped and her usually golden skin goes pale. “Rhodes.” Wanting nothing more than to go to him. Carefully getting up, being gentle when she places the dwarfs head down, she goes to him. Dropping to her knees, she looks at him and his wounds, “You need a goblin fruit. Now.” From her tone, there was no room to debate it. And hand was placed on his, the other on his shoulder. "Here, drink this." holding the flask out to him. She will then try and work on his wounds.
“I can’t carry Anatole out; I need help with that. And we need to get somewhere safe and get these wounds looked at.”
2 successes
"Ouch, here Rhodes," she walks towards to the no longer leafy Autumn Monarch. And gives him a flask before she ponders something he said. She slings the rifle and starts reloading the new spare clip, "Just them? I mean, yeah an assault right NOW might not work buuut," Circe stops with the bullets as she pulls out a of red stick to brandish.
She waggles it in the air, "I still have the dynamites. Won't even need the makeshift timer, just fuse and toss after the bodies. Lets wreck their shit."
SKS currently has 1 full clip, a second clip with 3 bullets, and 9 loose bullets
The deep red on his fingers seems almost foreign. The sharp pain of the blow now a dull ache, throbbing in his chest. Emeralds slowly glance up at the familiar touch oin his shoulder, and a hint of relief comes to them when he sees Sera there. He coughs again, taking the flask without question.
"I... ah... think this may need... a little bed rest," he gasps quietly to his lover, trying for a smile but wincing in pain.
He looks up at the Summer. "Do it. cough.... Maybe sew enough chaos for... some to escape. Then... leave. Need to go in... and bring them out... later."
Rhoes heals 1 lethal from the flask, leaving him on 4 lethal.
Anatole remains unconscious.