@buddymuses asked the summoner:
"Are you okay? That's a lot of blood." - from Clear for funsies <3
The gunmage grunted through gritted teeth as a gloved hand fought to stem the flow of blood from his side. A few charred corpses littered the space further up ahead; Ill-fated victims of black magic.
Caught with too few bullets in the chamber, a mage was forced to cast, but it seemed his spell had come a little too late for his own sake. The carelessness was his own fault, of course.
"...." a breath in, and another breath out, a tar-colored ichor dripping past parted lips. The shrouded Hunter attempted to guide his head upwards along with his gaze, to meet the one whose voice had called out to him with worry. Alas, the most he achieved was a weak glare from beneath a mess of crimson locks.
This one. He recognized this one. It would be difficult not to, with the amount of power all but radiating from its - his? - being. Like a little star in its own right, descended into the mortal realm, more than capable of reducing the entire Sector to scattered atoms.
As he had already done at least one time before - and the Hunter bore witness.
"Wh... what's it to you?" The Wind choked out, teetering on the fine line between regeneration and death. It seemed the beast had not come to finish him off. Good, he was not exactly keen on learning whether the Magun could withstand Omega's currents of annihilation.