@forgottendemons | Jerk.
Erza trudged along the dirt road, on her way home from an S-Class mission. The others had wanted to come with her, but she was too worried that this one would be too dangerous. Plus it was more of a one person job, and only took her a short amount of time. She was surprised they didn't sneak off to come with her, but wasn't complaining. It was late at night, and she was wearing her usual armor. The warrior pulled her unnecessarily large pile of things behind her, a blank look on her face. She sighed, getting bored without her team. She usually complained about their idiocy, but now she missed them.
Almost reaching Magnolia, she heard a grunt of pain come from some shadows nearby. She quirked a brow, immediately moving to investigate. There she found a strange man slumped against a tree. He had shaggy brown hair, and dark blue eyes. The man was bleeding profusely from a large gash in his stomach, and he barely acknowledged her. "Um, are you alright sir? I'm going to take you to get some help..."
