Sparrow grunted then flipped over Eira, and kicked her feet out from under her. she put her foot on her chest and pointed her sword at Eira, "Yeild" she laughed "we are evenly matched at sword fighting, maybe you'll get first blood!" she waited for Eira to yeild
”Never.” She flicked her foot up and knocked Sparrow’s sword. She flipped back wards, catching it easily and standing again and smirked, “Yeild Sparrow.”
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Cyrus rushed back into the guild- at least as fast as he could with such a horrible limp in his step. He was panting, on the verge of collapse and on the verge of tears. Cyrus was too ashamed to show his face to the guild's master, as he had arrived back two days late due to nearly failing his mission and the resulting injuries. Trembling, he frantically tried to think of where his friends might be. His first instinct was to head towards the training area, and he was right. There were two sparring matches going on, and it shouldn't have happened, but he started feeling inadequate. Why were these people so easily able to carry out their missions always? Why didn't they ever look like they had a single flaw in training compared to him? Cyrus looked away for a moment before opening the door all the way. He glanced behind him to make sure that Zelda followed. She slowly walked towards him, her tail swaying and head held high. The cat ran into the training room in front of him, before he was ready to greet his friends. Cyrus yelled after her, but it was too late; his position was exposed, and he would have to explain what happened.
Eira stopped and looked at Cyrus, “Cyrus! Oh my god are you alright?” Eira ran over and hugged her head. Ray flew around Zelda’s head, the two comfortable enough for Zelda not to kill Ray.
Cyrus let out a heavy sigh. "I'm not sure. Everything that could've gone wrong did, and the only good thing that happened was that I lived." He winced as he put a little more weight on his badly cut leg.
"I-I haven't even told the master yet. I'm terrified."
Meanwhile, Zelda pawed at Ray with sheathed claws, trying to play with the smaller animal.
“I’m sure Panther will be fine, did you complete the mission or not?” She ask quietly.
Zhavia stood confused on what was going on and what could've happened to make him that scared. She looked at their feet below and saw a cat. Thank goodness she didn't bring Freedom.
"I did, but I'm pretty sure there's at least one live witness. I had to kill more people than I bargained for as it was," he admitted.
Luna wondered what could have gone so wrong on the mission. She stayed towards the back watching from a distance.
Eira hugged him again, “It’s alright, while you’re here let me introduce you to Zhavia. She just transferred from another guild.”
Cyrus' muscles tensed up upon him receiving a hug; even the slightest touch somewhat hurt in his current state. He looked past Eira and gazed upon another girl.
"Hello, Zhavia. I'm Cyrus."
Zhavia waved with a smile "Hi, I'm Zhavia." SHe had no idea what to say after that so she stuck close to Eira since she's most comfortable around her.
“Great, now that introductions are over, Cyrus, you need to get cleaned and we need to clean this room up.” Eira said, surveying the surrounding mess.
Luna disappeared from the room after retrieving her three arrows. Her mess was clean now leave her be. She could feel eyes following her even though no one was there.
Zhavia went straight to work, cleaning the ripped up dummies and mopping the floor because of the sweat. Zhavia sighs "Cleaning is always boring," She pouts
"Could… could you come with me? Or someone?" Cyrus asked shyly, "I don't need to clean up as much as I need to see one of the healers, and chances are I'll have some explaining to do."
He had his arms crossed and was tapping his fingers nervously over his elbow.
“Sure yeah, I’ll come. Let’s go.”
Cyrus managed a smile, for the first time since he'd arrived. "Thanks," he whispered, "I could use the support."
He limped on ahead, towards the infirmary, and his heart was already racing.
Luna rushed into her room and slammed the door behind her. She slid down with her back against the wall and placed her head between her knees. It was nothing, right?
The room had been cleaned and Zhavia had nothing to do. She took her wrap off her are to have a look. It was still extremely black, blue and purple and hurt when you touched it but it should be fine. She looked around the room and wonders where Luna had run off too?
“Anytime.” They made it slowly but surely and when they arrived, a hearer rushed over to help Cyrus.
Luna shut her eyes. She had calmed down, her stomach growled as she remembered she hadn’t eaten yet. With a soft sigh she got up and opened the door before walking to the cafeteria.
Zhavia couldn't shake off this chilling feeling she had. SHe went outside to take a breather. "It's okay, they're not coming for you, your safe here." She put her head on her knees and sat outside. The breeze was cool which felt nice on her skin.
Luna entered the kitchen and grabbed an apple. She could never eat much in the mornings no matter what she tried. She took a bite as she walked out enjoying the bitter cold as it hit her skin.
Much to Cyrus' surprise, the healer did not question how he came to be in his current state. She simply asked about his injuries, what hurt, how long they'd been there, and anything else that might help her do her work. Most of the wounds she was simply able to clean out, put an ointment on, and bandage, but the one on his leg was a bit worse. On one side of his thigh, reaching down a little past his knee was a jagged wound that was teeming with infection already. It hurt considerably worse than any of his other wounds, and it made movement difficult. The healer switched to stronger medicine and gave him a small tub of the ointment and a roll of bandages.
"Keep the bandages clean and change them often, and please put medicine on when you change them. The infection could get worse if you don't," she explained, "Come back if you need more supplies or pain medicine."
Cyrus nodded in agreement and then got up to go. He looked at Eira.
"Could've been much worse," he told her.
Zhavia heard footsteps and she turned around to see Luna walking out. For some reason, she hid behind the pole and just watch for a bit.