A battle had broken out in the main town which caused the streets to be littered with rebel and pirate bodies. Tramp made his way through the intense scene, fighting when necessary to stay alive, but avoiding the pirates as much as he could. Although he wanted to fight, the rebels' safety was his main priority. His main goal tonight was to act as a medic, aiding those who were injured. Tramp had to make sure as many rebels would come out alive as possible. After his distressing encounter with Tink, he couldn't afford to lose anyone he loved tonight.
As he briskly walked through violent commotion, Tramp avoided looking at the ground toward where his family's bodies were lying. It was something that he should be used to considering that he'd been fighting this war for centuries, but it was a sight he couldn't bear to see. Not right now. The images of cold, lifeless rebels fled his mind when he saw a bloody figure making its way toward Tramp. He approached the person quickly, narrowly missing a pirate's dagger. The rebel pulled the person out of the way of the battle and into the shadows. "Relax, you'll be fine," he assured, hoping to seem calmer than he felt. "Let me help."