❄ Shit Out of Luck [ Virion ]
A dangerous life was not something the archer had ever believed he would have to encounter , especially in a place like this. Hearts pounded no longer to the steady rhythm , sweat beaded down the shepherds flesh . One thought they were safe from all the running , dodging , and the occasional accidents that were of course painful.
It felt all too much for Virion for a single days worth, but he had dealt with much more for Ylisse. Taking some time for the baby-blue man for find the appropriate words without sounding too shook up. ” I ..I am unscathed ” He swallowed , hand gently clenching the fabric of his shirt. Eyes fell to her hindquarter , widening once more as he reach desperately for a rag or cloth of some sort in his pockets. ” ..Sully ! You are hurt ! ” oh gods.. The archer felt powerless . Sully had protected the man from all dangers , resulting in an injury from some dirty wretched creature. But they were safe for the mean time - however long the weather persisted the freeze.
"It’s much better than being out there with .. that hideous creature. " Teeth gritted lightly. " Let me treat that wound , losing any more blood will result in horrible things. " Virion couldn’t find a rag but reaching for his cravat as his only solution to pressurize the wound. " This will do for now . " A fire is what they would need next , venturing out to the cold was good as dead if that’s what they wanted.
Squinting in darkness, one could hardly see a thing when only tiny beads of light leaked into the cave on the inside. A click of the tongue and Sully brushed her messy mop from any loose dirt.
"Yeah, and its ugly mug would've felt my wrath if it weren't so damn cold out. And if I had a real lance or a sword."
"Hm? What're yo-" Her words were cut off by a sharp inhale, a fresh wound on the back of her thigh nearly having her launch forward, but she grounded herself and endured fine cloth pressing firmly against the wound. The knight held her breath before exhaling with a grunt. The cut was kinda deep. "Huh, never thought I'd see the day you'd give up that dumb necktie. I could be dreaming, but if I was, this accursed storm wouldn't really be freezing our butts and I'd be swimming in lake of Concoction by now."
Pour some alcohol on the cut to sterilize it and wrap it up. That's at least how she would treat a wound. But some healing spells would be useful right about now. Why did she have to get stuck with Ruffles instead of Her Highness or the monk? Sully's hand replaced Virion's, taking the cravat soaked in her own blood and makeshift a bandage. The sound of ripping cloth echoed in the cave. Gods, it was freezing.
Firewood. They needed to build a fire.
"Hey, Ruffles. See if you can rustle up some twigs or something. I'm gonna use this." Sully grasped firmly to the joke weapon made entirely out of wood. This was going to suck, especially now that she was injured. She'd have to use the opposing leg, but let's see if she could manage to keep her balance when weighing it down for a second. "Here goes nothin'..." The lance was held horizontally, a swift jab of her knee upwards snapping it right in half.
