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[defenses]

Who: vane (defenses) & company!
What: february catch-all! quests & misc. prompts
When: all through out the month of february
Where: olympia, wyver— everywhere.
Warning(s): nsfw prompts will be marked below!

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[defenses]

[ whatever sense of grief he feels for the bear will have to temporarily be placed aside. he doesn't actually expect takasugi's words, and maybe it's precisely in moments after engaging in a small skirmish that he needs a little pick-me-up. almost as if in tune with it, takasugi speaks and vane finds himself giving him a smile. something proud as he puffs himself up momentarily. ] Course not! I wouldn't be much of a knight if this much made me tired, right?

Like I said you can rely on me— [ oh...

he watches as the blood begins to flow from the open wound made by takasugi's sword. the man groans, and while vane debates if he needs to be tied up, it seems the man is entirely devoid of any ability to walk or do anything else. the blood loss is substantial, and his consciousness seems to already be fading. regardless, it's impressive how this man offers no more words to them, still, vane runs to barely catching this man and hold him up.

that is, before the man topples over, his eyes now closed. vane... reluctantly picks him up. slinging him over his shoulder. it probably doesn't help about with the blood, but well, it'd have to do for now. ] ... didn't expect you to actually take me up on it.

[ but, no problem!! ]

(i love vane) // end?

[shikomizue]

[Don't look so damn proud of yourself. He'd been impressed, dully, a moment ago, but now Takasugi just feels a fringe of exhaustion far deeper than any fight could imbue him with.

Vane almost made him into an idiot, thinking the guy was capable of anything other than being annoying.

A glance over the shoulder is all Takasugi offers. He's not relying on Vane, their bleeding captive is. If Takasugi had been alone, he'd just tie the bastard up and make him walk regardless of his state.

Petty details mentally established, the fervor of the fight has soundly diminished.

A more considerate partner might offer to pay for Vane's shirt, ruined by thickening bloodstain, but Takasugi doesn't think it's the worst look the blonde could wear. His gaze lingers, before he leads the way out of the cave and back to the forest.]

We're heading straight back. [They'll need to be prompt to deliver the man before he bleeds out.]