[despite still nursing a hangover from the past weekend, Nepeta is quickly alerted to this post. oh, hell no. no one messes with her friends on her watch! her somewhat feral instincts take over as she attempts to locate their whereabouts, fully ready for a battle. she's no stranger to fighting, after all.]
[Nepeta will find the chaotic scene in a random hallway not far from the hangar. By the time she arrives, there are a few thugs on fire and a few more who've found their metal weapons turned against them as if sentient.]
[Polly and Erik are sheltering from more laser-fire behind a slab of metal Polly managed to create.]
[Nepeta doesn't even think when she comes upon the group; she lets her instincts completely dictate her actions. without any sort of hesitation, she extends her claws from her gloves and leaps at the thugs, not even caring how much she hurts them or how much she gets hurt in the process. mess with her friends, get messed up. that's how it works.]
[The troll's reckless ferocity has the twin effect of intimidating the remaining thugs and alarming Polly on her behalf.]
Be careful!
[Trying hard to focus, Polly steals the air from two of the remaining six thugs, effectively making them pass out, but she doesn't have the energy for much more. Fighting a wave of dizziness, she slumps back against the wall.]
[she turns as she hear her friend call her name; seeing Polly go down makes Nepeta jump right in front of her protectively. still in her "battle mode," she hisses as she raises her claws, her expression asking, "you want to mess with me?"]
[it takes a few moments for Nepeta to calm back down, but once she sees that the threat is gone, it's easier for her to breathe normally again. she then turns to face Polly, her claws retracting back into her gloves while a worried expression replaces her ferocious one. though she has a few cuts and scrapes herself, her injuries are minor.]
I am fine. But... what about you?
[she nods to her friend's hand, trying not to focus too much of her attention on it. it's not that the blood or sight of it bothers her-it's just the fact that a friend has been hurt.]
[perking up at that, Nepeta crouches down and helps with applying the tourniquet. she nods after she's done the job, a little happy that she could be of some help-it's not exactly professional, but she definitely knows what's she's doing.]
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[Polly and Erik are sheltering from more laser-fire behind a slab of metal Polly managed to create.]
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[The troll's reckless ferocity has the twin effect of intimidating the remaining thugs and alarming Polly on her behalf.]
Be careful!
[Trying hard to focus, Polly steals the air from two of the remaining six thugs, effectively making them pass out, but she doesn't have the energy for much more. Fighting a wave of dizziness, she slumps back against the wall.]
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[Blearily, she tries to focus on her friend, trying to see if she's been wounded.]
Are you... Are you okay?
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I am fine. But... what about you?
[she nods to her friend's hand, trying not to focus too much of her attention on it. it's not that the blood or sight of it bothers her-it's just the fact that a friend has been hurt.]
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I'll be okay... Just tired, right now...
[Gathering the dregs of her focus, she creates a tourniquet for her arm, trying to apply it to her foreshortened without much success.]
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Thank you.
... We should get you some bandaids, too. You've got some cuts...
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I don't know how much they could really help... The hand'll grow back, after a while... I've healed from much worse all by myself...
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All my people can... We always heal everything.
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[She sighs, trying to pull herself up.]
Could you... maybe help me get home? It's a long walk, and I don't wanna faint on the way...
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