Chapter 272: Arc 4, Act II, - 117: Shifted Tides
"We did it, I can’t believe we did it," Laiso clutched his rifle, blood splatter across his uniform. He glanced around the battlefield; how many of the Cravoltan soldiers went down was still unknown, the chaos had just come to rest.
The Sun had left a pinkish sky going into deeper blues, the dust had settled, the earth no longer shook and the last of Division One defended.
"Move it!" Fumeko yelled across as she and Jotou rushed Daiyu towards the large tent. The soldiers made way from the half-limp princess groaning like a bear while she passed.
"Aru! Daiyu’s been poisoned!" Jotou exclaimed into the tent. Hotaru had her hand across Arabella’s nape, the dark bluish-green having healed off of her.
The redhead swivelled her head and ran towards them, "Come on, hurry set her there," she pointed to the edge of the tent. Arabella got up and rushed to help Daiyu down. "Arabella, go sit down, you need to rest," Hotaru had her eyes only on Daiyu.
"I can’t feel my fucking arm..." Daiyu bit her lower lip.
"I’ll hold her up," Jotou pulled up her adventuring attire, aided by Hotaru.
"Meko," Hotaru’s palms took on a bluish hue, "Help take care of Asobi, I haven’t had the chance to heal her properly yet, just, ugh, get her ready," her voice cracked.
"What?" Fumeko peered around the tent with a dozen plus soldiers before she spotted the magician sprawled across a table, her eyes closed. She blinked to her immediately and glanced at her unharmed adventuring attire.
However, there were clear depressions across her form, blood smeared across her neck where a scar needed to be healed and her face was...
Fumeko with widened eyes held Asobi’s face, a pinkie to the side of her lips that dripped blood; she could feel her shallow breath against her fingers as Asobi let out little mutters.
"Hey, hey, stay in there!"