The chaos peaked.
And despite how sturdy the stance, he was forced to his hands and knees by the shoves, palms met with gravel and resulting grazes lapping at his skin. All the while, the stampede moved a blur past him, legs lashing at his exposed flanks and once he was down, a foot collided with his head and he was flipped onto his back. A ringing disheveled his sense of happening, the blow rattling his skull and blood pooling at his temple, hair matted to the sweat glossed skin beneath. Shadows weaved about him— that’s all they were now; masses of colour flooring it by from danger while he was trapped at the root, only lowering his guard of arms when a break severed the herd.
He was left lying there, battered by its wake and a red-patched head, waiting out the pain with weak groans and snarled features.
——Hell, there goes the next few weeks in pay.
Havoc is a constant, a known picture that resided within the young's mind -- intact, time incapable of altering its crude remembrances. Smallest the damage may be, she could not withstand the sight alone. Perfect timing or not, she not once dares to ignore any particular alarming sound while traversing alone.
If she had not found him, who knows what sort of tragedy would have been threaded in this isolated location. What concerned her more was the fact this man was somewhat familiar but she ignored his name.
Crouching on the floor, immediate to remove the upper side of the academy's uniform and place it aside. This might be useful to clean up the wound, now the difficult task would be to accommodate his head appropriately to verify everything before trying to free him out.
"I am sorry, my first aid skills are terrible," she apologizes almost immediately when her hands wander behind his back and adjust his position, attempting to pull him close to her lap to check the wound. Remaining calm should not be a complicated labour yet her body somewhat trembles, fearing her movements may be too brusque.
