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Nadia stumbled on a piece of pavement that was uneven, yelling as she goes down. Her left hand clutching the part of her sternum as blood slips in between her fingers. She had been shot and she was trying to find help.
Once she's able to find her footing she manages to stand and walk another 50 feet before collapsing in an alleyway.
Tolaas had heard a gunshot and immediately started running in the direction it came from. He was one of those people who stupidly ran toward danger instead of away from it. But it was how he was. If someone needed help, he would try to be there. So the gunshot called him in that direction, instead of scaring him to run the opposite way.
He slowed his running when his nose caught the scent of fresh blood. He searched around and sent his feelers out. Someone was hurt. He followed the scent of blood and his feelers and was led to an alleyway.
"Shhhit," he whispered when he saw the woman lying there. He knelt down and grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket. he folded it and pressed it hard against the wound. "Hey, hey, darlin'? Ya 'wake? Want me ta call a ambulance?" He could tell by her aura she had power. But what kind, he wasn't sure. Witch, maybe? Witches auras looked mostly the same as regular people's, but they seemed to 'throb' more than a regular person's. He didn't know what kind of magic she had, but it apparently wasn't serious healing magic.
Tolaas said again, "D'ya want me ta call a ambulance? Can ya hear me?"
