Gold in the purse, Game in the bag }Avianna, Open

[Ava Lynch]

Ava rolled her eyes and looked at the rather agitated guy. He did look look a rather suspicious but Ava wasn't going to run out slashing at someone who wasn't even after her if she wasn't sure he was dangerous. She wasn't some psycho that just ran around killing people, like the guy beside her. "How the-" she began loudly then toned her voice down, "How the hell should I know, bonehead? He's after you, not me.".

Ava wasn't usually in this predicament, she wasn't a cold-blooded killer so usually she didn't have people she hadn't met after her like this. She had upset people pretty bad before, and sure, she killed people-but only out in the forest, and they usually deserved it too. But she didn't burst into people's homes and murder their father for a sack of gold. She killed bandits and thieves and other people that she felt threatened by. So no, not too many people sought her out for revenge. "Sure, yeah. Go ahead, attack. I'll be right behind you." she said not-so sincerely.

Ava too, looked around for the origin of the knife. She didn't see anything, but she wasn't sure what she was looking for except an extremely pissed off person. She turned her head back and fourth, looking for any other weapons when she saw he wasn't taking out the knife in his leg she rolled her eyes.

"What, you want to damage your leg?" she asked, ripping off a patch of fabric from her sleeve. She clenched her teeth and ripped it out, and she wasn't exactly gentle about it either. She held down the patch of fabric to avoid getting blood on her hand and mouthed a short, magical verse she knew. When she removed the fabric, his skin only had a scar. She dropped the bloody fabric on the dusty ground. "Better?" she asked.

[Amri Dukhkin']

If he had realized what she was doing, he would have yelled and scooted away. He never let anyone touch him, especially when he was injured. The only person he trusted near any of his wounds was his sister. He hated healers. He didn't get how they worked. Plants didn't make people feel better. They were just leaves. Leaves didn't do things like that. Sometimes he let his sister put leaves on him but it was just to entertain her. But the shock that she would actually think it was okay to touch him dissolved when he saw what she did. What the hell? He'd seen blood there before. There was blood on the cloth. Where the hell did the stab wound go? What had she done to it? Wounds like that didn't just disappear, they took weeks to heal, he knew this. Even really good healers couldn't get things to go away like that, they just prevented them from turning purple.

His eyes widened as he looked at her. She couldn't do that...unless...”You used magic!” he shouted, pulling himself up from the ground and giving her a horrified look. He hated magic! The only thing he hated more than magic was people who used magic! He would attacked her right then if another knife hadn't been thrown in his direction which he dodged quickly and then he turned to see who it was and it was indeed the shady looking character. He had to think clearly. She might get away if he went for the other person first, but the other person was more dangerous. So without looking back at her he plunged into the crowd after him with his sword outstretched. When he looked he saw that the man had put away his throwing knives and instead had a spiked flail which he started spinning ominously.

[Ava Lynch]

Ava's eyes were starting to ache as she, once again, rolled them. "No shit, Sherlock. Of course I used magic, and there's a hell of a lot more where that came from. You should be thanking me too, I don't usually heal people that are as stupid as you." she saw the knife miss him and she raised her hand, steering it's passage around in a U turn and straight back at the original thrower, but it was knocked away with the flail.

Ava wasn't usually the help 'em out type, but one of those knifes could have easily hit her instead. She clenched her teeth and held her hand out towards the spinning flail repeating, "Brutus, Cado, Pausa, Fini. Brutus, Cado Pausa Fini..." and quickly the spinning slowed and it got heavier and heavier until the man couldn't even hold it up. It dropped to the ground and her hand lowered as her eyes narrowed.

There, she thought, that should keep those two busy for a while. she turned and grabbed her things quickly and ran off, heading towards the inn. She wasn't gonna stick around long enough for him to finish him off and go after her. She waited until she was far enough and then tried to blend in a tight crowd, in case he felt like following her.

[Amri Dukhkin']

Thanking her? He would never do that. He wouldn't even thank a regular healer, but definitely not someone who'd used magic on him. He didn't even know what she did. She could've cursed him or something! But he couldn't worry about that right now, right now, the guy in front of him could kill him...no...that was too silly. Amri had never been seriously worried that someone was going to kill him. This guy was simply a nuisance he had to take care of and would be taken care of quickly. A flail? Really? He wasn't even trying, those things were only useful on horseback.

So instead of thanking her, he focused his attention on the man, but drew back slightly in surprise when he saw him struggling with the weight of the flail...what the...? Well, it didn't matter why it was happening, he just knew it was an opportunity to strike. He side-stepped quickly and leaped forward to strike at the man's side, prompting him to spin towards him, but Amri went down him again and sliced him up the spine, causing him to cry out and crumble to the ground. Pitiful fight really, he guessed the man was as surprised as him to find the flail lying useless on the ground. Amri narrowed his eyes and looked back to see the girl was gone. Should he go after her? He couldn't be sure now. He didn't trust magic. So he just looked around himself and wondered how fast he should get out of there before guards came.