The sound of hundreds of insects is overpowering in the forest the Knights Magi find themselves in currently. The lack of sunlight makes traveling here dangerous, though they walk the path anyways, Tyrranis stepping ahead of Lorastine in his dogged pursuit of the Witch they had spotted back near Truce.

Lorastine stays close behind Tyrranis with her luminous orb to keep the area around them lit amongst the darkness. She keeps her eyes scanning the darkness around them as they track down the witch, she is making sure that they don't miss anything or end up being ambushed like before. The hylian eyes the wound on her friend's shoulder and frowns a little, wishing she could have at least done something to help it before they ended up moving again.

Tyrranis hasn't even given his shoulder so much as a glance since he had been attacked by the Yoma, apparently keeping himself strong through ignoring it completely. He looks over his good shoulder for a moment, and gives Lora a small smile, to try and cheer her up, before something goes... wrong.

The giganto stops suddenly, and kneels over, clutching at his shoulder with a grunt of pain. Visibly, black tendrils spread out inside of his skin, and an oozing liquid seeps out of the wound. Tyrranis pulls his hand away from it for a moment to try and get a look, before another wave of pain rolls through the gigantos and he cries out this time before pressing his back to a tree and sitting down.

A puff of smoke and Alcatraz, dressed in a pinstriped suit, appeared near the group. He adjusted his hat as he turned around, looking at Lorastine and you. "Miss me?" he asked, nonchalantly. Of course, then he noticed the condition of the giganto barbarian. He dropped the casual attitude and looked at Lorastine, hoping she'd know what to do. "What happened here?"

Lorastine stops immediately at the sound of Tyrranis' sound of anguish from his injury. "Are you ok?" she asks as she watches him rest against a tree. The black tendril she thought was her imagination, but it worried her all the same. The sound of Alactraz appearing startles her as she quickly turns to see him. "He's hurt, he got stung by a Yoma."

Lorastine returns her attention back on Tyrranis and his wounded shoulder. "You should have let me look at it sooner." she mutters as she moves to inspect the injury, preparing herself for the worst.

Inside of Tyrranis' wound seems to be much more than just poison, some kind of... thing is lodged in there, and it seems to be pulsing rhythmically. Each time it does so, the tendrils under his flesh get longer. "Lora. Lora give me a knife. And something to numb my arm with." Besides the pain, Tyrranis seems more... angry at the wound than scared of what it might be doing.

Alcatraz didn't wait for Lorastine to respond to his request, and immediately pulled out his switchblade knife and popped the blade, offering it to Tyrranis. "It's not medical, but it'll slice what you need it to slice." He didn't have anything to numb the arm with, though, and hoped that Lora could handle that part on her own.

Lorastine hesitates when he asks for a knife and Alcatraz gives him one. She quickly looks around the woods for anything she could use as a pain killer. The was a few small flowers nearby that was used in painkillers and she scoops them up. She was happy that she had spent a lot of time in these woods to learn about these things. As she crushes the flowers up into a canteen she shakes it up. "This may sting at first, but the nectar should dull the pain." she says as she holds the canteen and pours the mixture of flowers and water onto your shoulder.

Tyrranis grits his teeth as the water hits his wound and washes away some of the black ooze. "Good. Now, Look away." Tyrranis pauses for a moment to let the two other wishborn look away before he picks up his bat, bites into the handle, and takes Alcatraz's knife. Breathing through his nose for a few moments to calm himself, Tyrranis sets the blade against the flesh around the wound, and begins cutting, widening the hole in his shoulder.

Given how little Tyrranis is calling out in pain, it almost seems as if he's done this kind of thing before, somewhere in his past. After a few moments of cutting, Tyrranis drops Alcatraz's bloody knife, and uses some more water from the canteen to wash the new wound clean. Letting his bat drop from his mouth, Tyrranis lays his head back and pants for a few moments before bringing his hand back up, digging into the wound, and beginning to pull the pulsating thing out of his arm, dragging the tendrils with it.'

Dropping the object once it's out of his arm, the thing looks almost like a tooth, or some kind of claw. It spasms a few times as the tendrils react to the ground, before it falls still. Tyrranis, however, cares very little for the thing, instead he clasps his hand back over his shoulder, putting pressure on the new wound to try and make it hurt less.

Alcatraz picks up his knife and wipes it against the grass a bit, until he could get most of the blood off of it, before placing it back in his pocket. He looked glanced at the thing on the ground, took out his pistol, and shot it just to be sure it wouldn't start moving again. Alcatraz finally turned towards Tyrranis when he noticed that the panting had cooled down a bit. "Anything else I can do for ya, big guy?"

Lorastine looks away for the process of the giganto's treatment. The small sounds being made from, made her shudder and sent a shiver down her spine. After while when she was sure he was done, she turned back around slowly to see the thing that was in Tyrranis' shoulder. "What is that thing?" she asked careful not to get too close to it although it seemed dead.

Tyrranis is silent for a few moments longer, before he clears his throat and talks. "Possibly a shard of the yoma. It might have been trying to infect me." He grunts, and pushes himself back up the tree. "Do either of you have anything I can use to bind this with?"

Alcatraz shakes his head as he puts his gun away. "I'm kind of useless at the moment, here." He backs off to let the Hylian take over. He places his hands in his pockets, trying to appear more relaxed than he actually is. One of the advantages of being a pumpkinhead is that his face doesn't give away his current attitude.

Lorastine nods and looks to her own clothes. She tears off a bit of cloth from her own outfit's sleeve and wraps it around Tyrranis' shoulder. "This should hold pretty good for the moment." she says as she pulls it tight on his shoulder until she can't anymore without cutting off circulation. "You'll have to be more careful until we can get you to an healer. Don't over do it." She says knowing he won't give up this witch hunt. She looks to Alcatraz, "How are you feeling?"

Tyrranis allows Lorastine to tie the bandage on to his arm, with as little fuss as possible, "Thank you, Lora." The giganto takes a moment to move his shoulder around, getting a feel for it's limits before he picks up his bat again, and nods. "I will live."


As Tyrranis got up, Alcatraz shakes his head. "How dangerous is it to let a witch be loose for awhile?" he asked, "Because I don't want our fearless leader here to burn himself out if we can wait a day or two." He glances at Lorastine, "If not I think we might be able to handle it, eh, dollface?"

"You better." Lorastine says quietly as you assures her. As she listens to Alcatraz, she shakes her head. "If we let the witch go, she could easily cause more havoc then she has already done." the hylian explains as she straightens herself. "We could just leave her be, but then we may not be able to find her again." Lorastine wishes she could just ignore all of this witch business and try to live a normal life at this point, but the reality was this was what was needed. "I'd also appreciate if you didn't call me dollface."

Tyrranis looks between Lorastine and Alcatraz and turns to the direction the Witch had been traveling in. "And the witch might know where Crossroads is." He doesn't imply that the witch might BE Crossroads, almost like he expected to interrogate the witch before killing it. With this said however, he begins walking again, trusting the other two to follow behind him.

Alcatraz follows Tyrranis as he began to walk off, while listening to Lorastine's responding to his questions. He nodded. "Alright then. How about Angel? Seems like it'd fit you." His flirting was possibly just a way for Alcatraz to calm his nerves in the stressful situation, but he seemed to pull it off as well as he could.

Lorastine pauses for a moment, taking into the consideration Crossroads being missing as she follows behind Tyrranis. She raises an eyebrow at Alcatraz with his persistence in pet names. "I'll accept that... though I prefer to use my actual name." she replies as she turns her attention ahead of them into the darkness.

Tyrranis gives no thought to the conversation behind him, and in fact he has already begin ignoring the pain in his shoulder again. The only thing that mattered to Tyrranis at the moment was hunting down, and destroying the next witch. After he learned what he needed to from it.

"Alrighty, but I call dibs on paying for your next dinner," Alcatraz said, finally feeling like he was making progress. He noticed how dismissive she was becoming, and fell silent as he began to focus more on the task at hand. They had a witch to hunt.

With a shake of her head, Lorastine looks up at the sky. "Thank you for the offer, but I can't let you pay for me." she replies before picking up her pace, her fingers lingered onto the empty soul gem that dangled from her neck. "Lets just focus on this witch." she says as she flaps her wings and starts to fly above the trees in an attempt to get an aerial view.