In the midst of the battle, a frightened squeal comes from the cell followed closely by a distressed yell. Still huddled in the corner, the Senkreinese girl is pinned back by another of the guards. The Magrifan elf is on his feet, having been fighting despite the chains incapacitating his movements. With a swift, detached movement, the guard brings their weapon down and directly into the heart of the girl. She tries to scream but falls silent. The elf attacks the guard, Magrifan curses flooding from his mouth but it's too late.
Azriel hissed in pain, kicking the man who had stabbed her in the throat and hitting him with her spear before collapsing into the ground. Her arm, her leg, and her wing were all dripping blood. She coughed quietly, wincing at the pain it caused to her stomach. She tried to stand up and continue fighting, but the most she could manage was a twitch in her leg. This was less than ideal. Come on. Stand up. She pleaded with herself, but she couldn't do it.
Fuck. The word pounds in her soul as a sickening crunch behind her followed by a brush of wings confirms her worst fears. Biting back tears, with a sudden surge of energy, Iris's sword slipped cleanly through the guard. Not pausing a moment, she turns around facing the bastard that took her angel.
"Mine," Iris seethed, as the temperature around her unconsciously lowered. Her pupils transformed into swirling pools of metallic silver filled with rage and a promise of revenge. Gently gliding over Azriel's form, she blasted trail after trail of icy shards at the guard. They pricked at his skin, his eyes, his mouth, creating little cuts all over his body. She rested a hand on a random iron bar, immediately creating frost at the contact. Concentrating, Iris digs until she feels the liquid in his blood stream. Focusing her Vaitassien on a single point, his heart, Iris begins freezing the man to death. She doesn't stop until his breathing shallows, eyes frosting over, and stiffly falls to the ground. Following suit, Iris collapsed on her angel's frail form.
(Iris… is a little… erm, violent?)
Azriel stared in shock as Iris killed the man. She gasped when Iris collapsed onto her. "Are - are you alright? " She asked levelly, breathing heavily. She managed to barely turn her head to look at the elf, who seemed to have fallen unconscious. She was probably freezing. Azriel wanted to move her wing over them both, but all she managed was a weak flutter. She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the presence next to her.
(Ya… also she's completely out right now just so you know.)
(I don't know if you're doing it on purpose but so far you're portraying Iris as an Yrnan really accurately, at least to canon elves. It's really fun to watch…or read I suppose. But…in general, it's really fun to see people interacting with your world so I'm just super hyped over everything)
(Aww why thank you… also btw where's the phoenix?)
(She's still fighting in the cell like the badass as she is. Sorry, should've mentioned that, but I didn't cause I'm big dumb)
(You are not, don't even start with me Emily.)
Arabella groaned from a puddle of her own blood. She managed a faint “help” and hoped for the best. She hoped everyone else was ok.
Azriel took a deep breath and pushed herself off the wall, gently laying Iris's head down and stumbling over to Arabella. " where is the blood coming from?" She asked before remembering that Arabella didn't speak Brachish. Kneeling beside the girl, she hoped Arabella would understand somehow anyway.
Bella gathered all her strength once more and moved her hand over the deep gash across her torso. Her eyes dimly reflected the light of the hall, growing dimmer every passing second.
Without a pause, Azriel ripped a piece of cloth off of the bottom of her dress and wrapped it around Arabella's torso. At least the blood flow would slow. But Arabella looked like she couldn't hold on much longer. Azriel began to panic, realizing she had no idea what to do.
Bella’s dagger slipped out of her hand and onto the floor. She had to hold on 16 years couldn’t be all she had. Using her finger she wrote the number 16 with an arrow pointing to herself. Azriel might not get it, but she wanted the world to know she at least made it 16 years. She was grateful for her makeshift bandage, but it was weak. She was weak.
The Magrifan elf approaches. His cheeks are tear-stained and his hands are covered in blood.
"Elf blood," he says in Magrifan. "Healing."
Azriel looked up in confusion and panic. Arabella was dying, and she was helpless. She moved to the side, allowing the elf to do whatever he thought would help her. She didn't understand his words, but she saw the tears on his cheeks and the blood on his hands and made a split-second decision to trust him.
Bella heard words as her eyes drifted shut. She glimpsed two figures as she shit her eyes for what she thought to be the last time. Hopeless. This was hopeless.
The elf looks at Iris then to Azriel and then to the dying human. He picks up the dagger that had fallen from Bella's hand and rushes over to Iris. He lifts her arm, or at least tries to, and slices into it. As the blood pours out, he gathers it into his shackled hands, whispering a few words so it doesn't spill out. He then hurries back to the fallen human and gently pours the blood into her mouth.
(Before anything else happens, what's Iris' social standing? Like heritage in terms of status)
(She's not royalty but she's pretty respected and known for being a good leader, hence the mask.)
Clare had her tiger sit close to Iris to keep her warm before going kneeling down next to Arabella, she watched the other Elf approach warily but she could sense no ill intent in his voice, "I should have learned some elvish languages." She muttered under her breath.
