Sparrow's labored and victorious screech was music to Gilgamesh's ears. His lips pull up into a dazzling smile before letting out a whooping howl of success. She had done it. Slain the woman who had slain her lover. It's funny that Hanako is here to watch it all and Gil can't help but glance over at the small koi woman. Was Hana jealous? Sparrow hadn't attempted to slay Azure for her (though Gil wish she would have). Did that mean Sparrow had loved Recluse more? Tch, poor Hana-bo-bana, hope she's happy with that ugly asshole. Gil thinks to himself with a laugh as he turns his attention back to Sparrow as she begins tearing the limbs from Ruby's body.

Taking a stand, he patiently waits as Sparrow tosses what pieces she wishes toward her enemies? Friends? Victims? Eh, Gil didn't know, didn't care, the only important thing was that she was still alive. Who else was to replace Pyralis? As he watches Sparrow wander over, flaps of skin hanging in odd places, Gil's concern grows a bit more. Would she even make it back to the isle? Stepping forward to come beside Sparrow in case she decided to fall, Gil laughs and gives her a nod. "I have a drink over there, but you might need some medical attention first," he quickly offers her a dark green glass bottle sloshing full of liquid before he looks over to Alarr.

"Mind if we stop by Avalon on the way to make sure she lives?" His head cants to the side knowing that Alarr won't probably deny them. They were on good terms with Avalon and Corbie for now and he had a feeling Sparrow meant something to the man.

"speech"

Álarr kept close watch of the fight, resisting any urge to intervene. Instead he focused on the injuries Sparrow was accumulating and made note of what he had in stock with him and back at Avalon. He did not bring a means to carry her back but with her allies assembled it wasn't out of the question to rig up a travois and get her escorted to safety. He was almost certain she would win, yet still there was a touch of doubt. If he had to leap in for revenge he would certainly do so though he didn't have the inclination to be so kind. He'd rip the woman apart piece by piece before slaying her.

Soon the battle came to its conclusion with Sparrow the victor and Álarr breathed a gentle sigh of relief. He shrugged his pack off and started digging as she set about disassembling the corpse. He knew better than to interfere and as she wandered over to say she needed a drink he smirked. "Great, glad to hear. Drink this." He scooted a bowl toward her filled with a meadowsweet tincture made from white wine. "Its a bit bitter but it will help with the pain."

He looked over to the pirate leader as the man asked if they could stop by Avalon and he nodded. "Certainly, Sparrow is like a sister to me, I doubt Corbie would deny aid." And to be frank, he intended to tend to Sparrow regardless of what anyone said.

Álarr turned back to Sparrow. "I have some ointment to help with the bleeding, pardon the sting." Without waiting for her reply he attempted to start applying a poultice of yarrow and avens root which would stem the bleeding and help prevent infection. His raven stood nearby with strips of hide bandages to keep the poultice in place.

Gil offered her a drink and mentioned she might need medical attention first, but without waiting, Sparrow downed as much of the alcohol as she could before she was stopped as Álarr shoved a different drink her way. She took it greedily and it turned her bloodied maw dry. "Bitters. I like it," she slurred from exhaustion and not yet the alcohol which still had a while before it hit. She slumped into Gil for support as he mentioned going to Avalon first. Álarr agreed and said Sparrow was like a sister to him. Sparrow threw him a cheesy grin that probably looked more off-putting than friendly with the viscera. "Giillll, if they help us," Sparrow started, pausing part of the way through to suck in a breath. When did talking get so hard? "Then we can't raid them for a whileee." Another breath. Her vision was darkening. Ah. Maybe it was the alcohol... or the loss of blood. "We'll have to be nice..." she trailed off before deciding her brain was too smooth for form words anymore. Álarr garbled something and applied something to her skin, but her mind was far away. No doubt she'd need a nap soon, then she'd be right as rain.

-Exit Sparrow Via healing then idk passing tf out-

The fighting between the two women was vicious and brutal, with both sides out for blood until the bitter end. Artorias watched with a hardened, impassive expression at every cut, every slice, every bite and laceration that tore the combatants asunder, all the while silently sending support for Sparrow's cause. More and more wolves showed up, and at one point another fight broke out amongst the observers, but Artorias maintained his position on his own off to the side in silence with Kotori. Eventually after much struggling and violence, Sparrow gained the upper hand, and that one moment was all it took to finish the fight. Ruby was downed and then Sparrow was on top of her, tearing away flesh from bone until barely anything remained that resembled a wolf. Artorias grimaced at the sight of the wanton violence, but he could not blame the once-pirate king. If anyone took Briar from him, he couldn't say what sort of devastation he'd wreak across Ardent to avenge her.

As the fighting began to wind down and others moved in to support Sparrow, Artorias simply breathed a sigh. It was finished and Recluse had been avenged. Far too long overdue in his opinion. But before he could leave to return home, the thud of several heavy objects landed next to him. The Aegis glanced down and spotted Ruby's dissected legs at his paws. He looked up to meet Sparrow's manic gaze as she gave him the instructions to tell Seer she had avenged Recluse. Looking back down at the bloody and mangled legs, Artorias simply muttered, "Lovely." He didn't need all four legs though; one would do. Taking up one of the murderer's forelegs in his jaws, Art began to make his way back down south to Auster. There was no reason for him to dawdle here any longer. He'd gotten what he'd hoped for.

- exit Artorias -

"Artorias Carpathius"