General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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While he was flying, he tried to assess the damage on his beat, battered, bruised, and broken body. The most painful was surprisingly his tail, where the spear had been stabbed through it, and the one that seemed to be bleeding the most, although it was hard to tell, seemed to be a chest wound.

He beat his wings twice as much as normal just to stay in the air, as the tattered rips in them did not help with staying aloft. He flew with a rather zombie like appearing, trying to save any ounce of energy he could. Barely hearing her words, he flew for a dragon length more before realizing and spiraling down, towards the very hard looking ground. He managed not to smash his face in and instead come to a rolling, painful, groaning stop, quite honestly never wanting to move again. He lay there panting for a couple moments before she spoke again, and he was forced to muster up the energy to stand. Dragging himself to his feet, he started walking over to her before stopping as an unknown pain shot through his leg. A quick glance down confirmed there was a sword stuck there. He scowled and grabbed it with his claws, tugging it out before limping back to Glory. Everything was agony, so he barely felt anything anymore. He observed the wound for a second, worry flitting across his face. The arrow had been in there far too long. Getting a firm grip, he paused. "I know you know this'll hurt, but i want to pull it out a little slowly at first to make sure everything comes out." He warned quietly, then grabbed near the bottom and slowly worked it out of her skin. The time paid off, as the entire arrow came out, unsplintered. Leo threw it to the side, already mentally preparing himself to fly the rest of the way back. He was also somewhat sure Glory had multiplied, but he reminded himself he was delusional and dizzy, and probably seeing double. Not good, but he couldn't help it. After a quick glance to make sure she had some of Ammit's blood, he closed his golden eyes, attempting to not pass out.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory wrinkled her snout at his terrible landing, knowing if she reacted otherwise she'd just worry herself to death. She kept telling herself that he'd be fine, he was practically impossible to kill, given previous evidence, but she still knew he'd reach his limit eventually, and leave her to write a terrible song about him. The thought painted a wry smile across her face, though it faded as he grabbed the arrow, and she nodded at his words. He was rather gentle in pulling it out, and Glory was glad she'd asked him; she would likely have either hurt her neck trying to bite at it, or gotten frustrated and just broken the visible parts off. She winced as the bolt came free, stumbling sideways half a step, feeling fresh blood trickling out of the wound. A few drops of Ammit's blood spilled, and Glory was more careful not to lose any.

She shifted into her human form, pulling the small glass bottle she'd brought out and smearing as much blood as she could into it. Her dragon paws were big enough that she'd gathered enough to fill the bottle completely and then some, deep red liquid dribbling down the sides of the glass. She corked the bottle tightly, put it back in her pocket, and shifted back into her dragon form. It seemed like everything hurt worse as a small bipedal creature, and they still had a fair bit of ground to cover.

She walked over toward the stream on less-than-silent talons, stumbling several times with exhaustion. She paused, listening -always listening- before lowering her head to drink. The water was chilling as it slid down her throat, and Glory was careful not to drink too much, to avoid water intoxication, since she couldn't really remember the last time she'd actually drank a healthy amount of water.

She raised her head, turning back to Leo. "Alright, got the blood, now we go save Flash. But you, are you okay? I'd rather not write a song about you dying an idiotic death that was totally avoidable. Or maybe I will write that just because I'm terrible that way," She said, finishing with a lame excuse of a grin. She stretched her injured shoulder slightly, groaning almost inaudibly at the pain as more blood welled up from the wound.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo looked even more concerned as Glory kind of just staggered sideways and bled even more- she looked severely wounded in more places than one. He made a mental note to interrogate her on what wounds were the worst after they got the blood to Flash. He was glad she had managed to keep the blood all this way, and even more glad she thought to bring a bottle. He was too half dead to think of that. As she went to drink, he decided that may be a good idea, along with possibly reverting back to a dragon that wasn't bright red. Yes, he loved the color red, but not when it was covering him, blood, or more specifically, his blood. He walked downstream a little ways- okay, scratch that, not walked, stumbed- and drank a little before splashing some cold water on his dark red scales. After a couple rinses, the black started to show through again, and trails of fresh red blood leaked down the river. Beautiful sight. Sarcasm. When Glory started speaking, he stopped, turning back towards her. Even the small movement sent a wave of dizziness crashing through his mind. He wondered how he managed to fly. "This is not an idiotic death. I fought lots of Corrupted." He grumbled, trying not to move a single muscle, as when he did move, it hurt all the more. "Okay is not the right word. I'm not even quite sure if alive is the right word anymore. However, we have something to complete, so if we can successfully get this blood to Flash, and it works, then we're allowed to worry. Not yet." He stated, the mere words taking far too much energy to form and speak.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory snorted at his words, saying, "It is an idiotic death if you die after the fight. Not only would I have to drag your pinata-looking body back, but I'd have to write a terrible song about how you killed a few Corrupted then dropped dead on the way back." She looked him up and down before saying, "Hmm, fair. What I meant was 'Have your odds of survival changed from 20/80'? And no, I'm allowed to worry about my friends whenever I feel is necessary, you included. You look like my little deer fanclub would actually kill you." She stopped, lowering her head again to better examine to wounds Ammit had given her as she washed them. Yeesh, some of them were pretty deep and still bleeding. She tried to count the ones she could see but lost track around thirty. Once the wounds she could reach were, well, not clean exactly, but less bloody, she meandered back out of the water, into the sunlight of the clearing. The water was chilly, and the warm sunlight felt like it heated all the way down to her bones. She tilted her head up, closing her eyes. This was one of the few things she liked about daylight, the night was cold. After a few moments she sighed, lowered her head, opened her eyes, and flexed her talons, digging her claws into the dirt. "Ready to go?" She asked Leo, shaking out her wings, splattering the ground with small droplets of blood. Huh, still bleeding. Oh well.

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo cast a glare at her. "I'd rather die an idiotic death after winning a fight than die while fighting and lose." He answered curtly, snorting quietly at her words. Taking a second to wrap his tail around in front of him so he could see it, he scowled at the 2 inch diameter hole in the flesh. Pain. Was. Everywhere. "They might've. If I make it back, I think they'll go all the way up to 40/60." He scoffed with mock cheerfulness, his ears swiveling as he dipped his muzzle in the river and drank a little bit more. He then stared at his reflection for half a second. Something seemed off. It then hit him. "My- my ear! Please don't tell me that'll transfer over to my human form!" He yelped, annoyance flitting across his face. The top part of his ear was completely torn off, leaving a bloody, jagged bottom half. "Damn it." He muttered, sitting down with a huff. How much of him was missing that he didn't know about. Twisting his neck around, he saw two of his spines were missing, he had somehow pulled out a claw, a spike on his clubbed tail was broken, and most of his scales were chipped. Leo groaned quietly, laying Down to get as much water to wash away as much blood as possible. "On a dragon, the torn ear may look kind of awesome, but on a HUMAN? I'll be the laughingstock of the WORLD." He sighed with woe, tapping the bank with his claws as he thought about how to solve this problem. When Glory asked if he was ready, he slowly stood and shook, blood and water flying. After ruffling his wings, he limped over. "Ready as ill ever be." He answered, glad they were on the move again. He'd rather die sleeping in his own bed thank you very much.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory did sort of agree with him; it'd be better to win the fight and die later than die during it and lose, though she'd prefer her death to be at least somewhat not stupid. She glanced over at him as he yelped, then tried to stifle her laughter. "Oh Leo, if you think another battle wound is that big of a concern, you've got another thing coming," She teased, a grin creeping onto her face. "Good. I think I've got a bottle of wine in my room somewhere, begging to be let out of its glass prison," She quipped with a wry smile as she leaped into the air, flying over the treetops, wings pumping until she felt she was high enough above the trees. She leveled out, wings gently stirring in the air. Glory had the good sense to keep her wings folded tightly against her sides when fighting to keep them from getting shredded, a tidbit of knowledge Leo didn't seem to have. The cuts marring her usually pristine scales stung a bit, but the cool air seemed to help. What really hurt was her shoulder, and she hoped nothing had been torn or otherwise badly damaged. As she flew, her mind felt like it was running in circles- what if the blood didn't work? What if she and Leo almost died and pissed off the Corrupted leader for no reason? What if what if what if- Glory mentally slammed a door on those thoughts, instead telling herself that it would work, it had to work, otherwise she'd level the entire Corrupted camp, weed them out of the entire world and obliterate them. She would probably try regardless.

As they reached the academy, Glory landed sloppily, shifting into her human form and stumbling a few steps before catching her balance, very different from her usualy graceful landings. She half ran, half tripped inside, slamming her good shoulder into a wall at some point when she tripped over her own feet around a corner, somewhat dizzy from bloodloss.

First Flash, then drag yourself and Leo to the infirmary, She reminded herself.

"Got the blood, pissed off Ammit, and Leo's suffered some... collateral damage," Glory called, almost cheerfully to Flash as she crossed the threshold into the expansive room lined with cells.

(Dang that took a while, sorry! Had to get ready for a 4hr roadtrip up to our ranch :3)

General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo cast a glare her way, paired with a huff that just made some random wound in his chest hurt. Wait, no- maybe not random- it could be that big one that had been bleeding a lot. He didn't remember. "I don't want to be walking around as a human with half of my ear gone! That's important for catching sound! I'll be able to hear twice as worse as before!" He protested, then grumbled under his breath. "Wine sounds nice, but I want something that'll numb the pain. Maybe I'll even appreciate the hangover this time. Whiskey sounds better." He snorted, launching himself into the sky after her, a bit slower. Gah, even after the flight, she flew so gracefully. It wasn't fair. After glaring at her wings for a moment, he spoke up. "How are your wings practically unscathed? In TWO PLACES I got a spear or sword stabbed through my wings to get to my sides, and I'm pretty sure 5 other times the dragon just rudely ripped at my poor wings to get to my sides! Did everyone just ignore the fact you have a bunch of vulnerable flesh under your wings?" He complained, beating his wings harder to keep up. Every stroke hurt, as it sent air whistling through the torn membranes, and it wasn't fun. He wished he had used them as a flailing weapon that one time. His mind was too occupied with not dying or turning off to worry, although he did manage to get in some worrying about Glory. Thankfully, she didn't seem too injured, apart from her shoulder. The rest of the time he used to mentally spit insults at the Corrupted that gave him ALL the stupid wounds he had. Especially the stomach one. Getting an already painful wound burned shut by having someone else shove their claws into your stomach was the least fun and most painful experience he'd almost ever had. When Glory went down to land, he pretty much just stopped beating his wings. Gliding was not part of the equation as he pretty much plummeted forward. He changed into a human before he hit the ground and rolled, which honestly hurt the tiniest bit less than crash landing, so he was thankful. After shoving himself the rest of the way to his feet, since momentum didn't quite do the job, his hand flew to his ear, where.... only a tiny chip off the top was gone. "Hallelujah!" Leo crowed as he half jogged half stumbled to catch up with Glory, trying not to fall too far behind but also leaving a blood trail like a corpse was dragged through. After sliding around the corner on Glory's blood and almost taking out the whole wall, he slowed to a pained walk, not caring if Glory got there faster. He ended up staggering into the room and sinking onto the floor with a panting wheeze of pained victory.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory snorted as they flew, turning her head just enough to see him completely. "With the lumberjack/cowboy/swordsman look you've got going on, I don't think anyone will care much, and hearing doesn't seem to be too big of a concern for you. You'll be fine," She said, a bit of sarcasm creeping into her voice. She lashed her tail at his comment about her wings, tossing her head as she said, "Well maybe they just thought that I'm too pretty to stab, did you think of that?" She paused thinking, then continued. "But no, it's probably because they were too afraid to accidentally stab their precious Ammit. That, and you did a damn good job at keeping them off of me, thanks." She practically spat the name of the Corrupted leader, though was genuinely grateful for Leo.

Something caught her attention below her, in the trees, though she realized it was just a flock of birds startled by her and Leo. As they darted out of the trees, Glory snapped at one, trying to catch it, but missed. She could've tried harder, but the movement would've just thrown off her balance, so she let the birds go free.

She stifled a laugh at his 'hallelujah', instead saying, "See? You're fine." She tried to ignore the blood they left behind- well, mainly the blood Leo left. Now both shoulders hurt for different reasons, one bleeding the other bruised, but she made it to Flash, Leo arriving just a few moments after her. She pulled the vial of blood out of her pocket as she walked to Flash. "Here, we got it. I was right- not impossible," She said with a triumphant grin. She hugged him briefly, pulling back as she realized he was now stained with her blood. "I'm sorry, I can't stick around too long; gotta get myself and probably drag Leo to the infirmary. I took a crossbow bolt to the shoulder and Leo... well, we actually don't know the extent of his injuries. I'll see you soon, 'kay?" She turned to leave, saying to Leo, "C'mon, let's go get stitches."

(Gosh- literally, Glory: And Leo- well, we don't actually know what happened to him. Too much blood to tell XD))

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo arched an eyebrow. "I'd be a great lumberjack, I don't just dress like it." He snorted, but he was genuinely relieved he wasn't going to walk around with half an ear. It may add to his facade, but it wouldn't help his dignity. "Ahem, ma'am, hearing is too important to me, especially when it's a rude insult about my hearing!" He retorted, rolling his eyes at her next words. "Yeah, right, that's what they were thinking. 'Hey Joe, look over there, an intruder! We'd better go stab her to death!' 'Wait, no, Larry, look at those beautiful wings. No one would want to marry that appearing. Let's just stab her shoulders instead! Yipee!'" Leo mocked sarcastically, adding drawling southern accents to both 'Joe' and 'Larry', just making it more comedic. "You're welcome. I'm glad I did, wouldn't want to ruin your precious scales." He sniffed haughtily, his gaze flickering down for a moment as the flock of birds burst out of the trees. After they had made it into where Flash was, Leo was 82 percent convinced he was going to die of pain. Everything hurt and there was blood coming from everywhere but his blackened stomach area, the edges of the shirt charred, the wound looking rather nasty but thankfully, for once, not bleeding. Unlike the 9284 other wounds. The worst was definitely the one on his chest, as he had a weird feeling his ribs had gotten rebroken, and at this point, he was just hoping his ribs weren't sticking out his chest like a zombie. "Fine. Funny." He mumbled, watching Glory give the vial to Flash. There. Mission completely. He leaned against the wall heavily, wanting to sink onto the cool floor and pass out. Sounding more comfortable than living in this dizzy hell. As Glory said to go to the infirmary, he commanded his limbs to move, managing to not fall over as he used the walls for support and staggered in a dragging zombie like way out. "Sometimes I wish I had Romanov's ability..." He muttered, not wanting to feel any pain. "Then again, did you know when you're in this much pain, everything almost goes numb? So everything is numb and everything is agony all in one...." Leo mused lightly, the world swirling more than normal. As he turned down the infirmary's halfway, it honestly looked like there were two, and he chose the wrong one, ending up bouncing off the wall. "Gah, if there's a 50/50 chance I get something, there is a 98 percent chance I choose wrong." Leo huffed irritably, finally making it to the actual room. Just in time, really, as his brain had enough, and the world went very black, very fast. The last thing he really felt was his face connecting with the concrete floor as he toppled over like the twin towers.