Snippet #1992955

Charmeine stood tensely, watching the situation unfold. The boy with the wings (she hated not knowing people's names...) flew past her yelling "Nice shot!" She stared up at him as he flew up higher, not stopping until he reached his destination. This seriously wasn't the time to be envious, but Charmeine seriously hated being useless. She hated being helpless, and having to watch other people fight battles while she stood on the side and watched. But watch, she did.

She watched as the boy, Lu, materialized from one place to the next, teleporting debris into midair, back and forth, back and forth, before finally appearing next to her. She frowned at his appearance, his heavy breathing, and the sharp, tangy smell of his blood as it dripped from his nose. Whatever power he exerted took a lot out of him, that much was obvious. "You're bleeding," she said softly. Charmeine was never squeamish with blood. She'd wanted to be a doctor before settling on business - the pay was better. But seeing this boy, she felt an almost maternal instinct come over her. He didn't look very old, and she practically towered over him.

Charmeine sheathed her swords for the time being, and reached into her robes and pulled out a piece of gauze. The one good thing about the robes was that she could stash things inside the numerous hidden slots and pockets created from the ties. She reached out, dabbing at the drop of blood underneath his nose, before drawing back, eyes widened. She hadn't meant to do that, but he just reminded her so much of her little brother...

"Sorry, I um... You should sit down. Save your strength." Charmeine dropped her arm to her side, crumpling the gauze in her hand, and turned her eyes to the monster, growling and still determined to fight to it's death. "What's your name?" She said, looking back at him. "If we're gonna die here, I might as well know your name. I mean, you already know mine." Charmeine couldn't stand the silence, and always had to fill it with talking. Silence always felt like the calm before the storm, to her, and there was a good chance she might not survive this storm.