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Sophia's eyes widened in fear as he pointed the sword toward her. Her orb began to pulsate lightly. Confusion entered Dragoon's face. Sophia saw what was unraveling. Before she could call out to warn the boy, the first arrow pierced him. Sophia stood helpless as his body was assaulted. As the black flames erupted from his body, Sophia coward with Leah while Max remained on his own. The flames darted dangerously close to the trio, and then disappeared as if there was some sort of invisible wall. The orbs were glowing and remained lit until the fire dyed out. Sophia stepped away from Leah, horrified by the site. Only ashes remained of the guards.

Her orb began to pulsate again as the boy fell forward. Even with the arrows burned away, no one could survive the impact of so many. As if on cue, Sophia walked forward. No, she stomped forward, fury burning in her deep green eyes. The boy was unconscious by the time she reached him. "He won't survive much longer," Sophia said to the other two, her eyes becoming gentle. She opened his armor and hesitated slightly. Not from the fear of blood, but from what was underneath the blue dye. "He is a soldier," Sophia said in shock. She knew that uniform well from when Daniel was allowed to come home once. She shook her head free of the thought and looked at his wounds. There were serious and deadly. As if by instinct, Sophia raised her hands above his chest where the most serious would occurred. She scolded herself for the foolish motion until something occurred. Her hands began to glow a faint golden. Before their eyes, the wound began to close. She moved on to the next one and the next until the boy was completely healed. She looked first to her hands and then the Leah's and Max's faces. "This will be useful, I suspect." Suddenly there was a mumble below her. Dragoon was beginning to wake up. Fury flashed again in Sophia's eyes. She waited patiently for him to regain full consciousness so he could see her face once more. He looked up confused at her, still in a daze. Just before he could speak, Sophia lifted her soft hand. "You idiotic twit!" she shouted at him, slapping him across the face causing him to black out again. She huffed loudly to herself and stood up while crossing her arms. "We need to get somewhere safe for the night. His wounds may be gone, but he still needs to recover." Sophia smiled to herself as she looked at the unconscious boy. "He will be easier to move if he isn't protesting."



[[OOC: The "safe place" is Victoria's house just outside the village, if everyone agrees.]]