Okumi Chrysanth
Watching Kyero engage in combat with the Bandit Leader, the girl could only wince slightly as the man was beheaded in a single clean slice. Clearly, that hooded figure was leagues above her own capability in combat, but that didnât make the way he went about it any less gruesome. Not that she could really talk. Sheâd killed five men today, more than sheâd intentionally done in her life up until this point. It made her stomach turn, but the alternative of leaving the innocent civilians here to die would have still stained her hands. With a few words of threat, the example that Kyero had made of their leader seemed to be enough of an example to scare them off - after all, it didnât look like she or any others of the elected warriors would be much good against the remaining 79 or so bandits. A relief, to say the least. She didnât much feel like dying, though her body might be arguing otherwise with the amount of pain it was in.
Having staggered slightly away from the crowd, Okumi planned to make her leave. There were too many risks in staying amongst this many people in her state. Sheâd established that the Wilt could be spread through the air and had taken precautions for that. When it came to her injuries however⊠Although contact with her blood didnât necessarily spread the illness, no doubt if it got into someone elseâs wound or was ingested the effects would be catastrophic. Gritting her teeth as her shoulder flared once again, Okumi knew she was in trouble. This wasnât the kind of thing she could patch up with a set of bandages and medicinal herbs at home. Sheâd saved this village, so perhaps it was time to be a martyr. Slip off unnoticed and meet a peaceful end. Had she done enough to deserve that..?
"That bolt needs to be removed, carefully... Will you let me?" A deeper voice sounded beside her, startling Okumi slightly as she turned, pivoting around the pole of her weapon. Sheâd been kneeling down to retrieve her bag, and hadnât fully realised his approach or concern for her. Looking up, she met his red, glowing eyes, and was suddenly struck with tales from her childhood and travellers sheâd met at the shrine. The Red-Eyed demon⊠Even as a priestess, sheâd always assured herself that those rituals she performed were more of a tradition than any sort of actual method of containing or stopping a demonic presence. Somehow, the stories seemed a little more real in that moment. Slowly pushing herself back up, Okumi did her best to force a smile behind her mask, shaking her head slightly. She couldnât risk having someone else deal with this and becoming infected. Gesturing with a point to herself, Okumi made the simple âokayâ symbol again, hoping that her message was clear: âIâm okayâ.
Except she wasnât, and that would be clear to anyone that looked at her. She was disheveled and barely managing to keep herself standing and moving. In fact, she thought she might faint if she stopped, so that was why she refused to. Making a pulling motion towards her heart, Okumi then pointed to Kyero, putting her hands together in a clasp, then pointed at LonĂĄn. She wasnât sure if he got the message, but what she was trying to say was thank you, followed by directing Kyero to help LonĂĄn rather than prioritising her. Then, while he was busy with that, sheâd make her escape from the scene.