SHADOWS START TO SING
01-29-2015, 06:57 PM
The silver trespasser fell as Warja expected. The young medic straightened and licked the blood off her lips all the while keeping her gaze on the unconscious fae. She did appear to be down and out, but just in case, Warja applied pressure to the wounds on Art's left haunch. When she got no reaction, Warja's gaze abandoned the conquered foe to take in the little red fae who had tried to aid her companion and failed. The healer eyed her cautiously, watching for signs that she might try to resist further. Clearly she and her companion had been beaten, but would she accept that, or did she need another demonstration of Secretua's might? Speaking --Thinking |
