EL TANGO DE ROXANNE | OPEN, HAWKCLAN RAID

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    Littlestar happened to be flying, which honestly terrified the medic -- she could see when people were on the ground, but she had not trained much in the use of air elemental powers, for the fact it was much more difficult for her to grasp. Powerless to even anticipate where Littlestar was coming from, the blind healer stood there, dumbstruck, with her head curled into her chest to protect her neck.


    But Alci made a move, probably saving her if her hunch was correct. Taking this opportunity with both of them on the ground, she ran to stand at well behind Alci, movements jerky and pained with the burns that swelled against her skin. This battle needed to be over, time was of the essence in treating burns, she knew, and she doubted Alci had managed to be better off than herself.


    She could feel the heat of the fire at this distance, which caused her ears to flatten. Fuck. She was tired, she was burned, and the damn idiot could fly. Jupiter was not too confident about this.