Red Sand Bandits [Almy/Ana]

Certainly, Anastasia got a little lost while in the cave and it wasn't until she heard the voices of the survivors of the village did she figure out where she was going.  Life signs were detected in the direction she heard their voice and she turned towards them and began approaching them cautiously.  The last thing she wanted was to make her way into a pitfall that never ended; that would be a crappy way to end a job right there.

She made her way to some of the survivors and sighed in relief.  "There WERE some of you left.  Take me to Almyra, please," she stated before the survivors nodded and lead her towards where Almyra had her last stand with the man that lead the butchery of her people.   And right on queue, the sandstorm subsided to reveal Almyra laying on top of the man with blood everywhere.  "Almyra!" she shouted before all of her armor and weapons vanished in a wreath of white light.  She ran towards her friend and knelt down behind her.  

There wasn't a presence of the spirit of either of them.  Were they unconscious -- no, the man's face was indiscernible due to Almyra's magic.  That wasn't that high on her agenda.  Grabbing Almyra, she grabbed her by her shoulders and rolled her off of the man to her back.  As if instinct took over, Anastasia leaned down to put her ear up to Almyra's lips to hear breathing.  It was weak but she was alive.  The feeling of warmth covered her as what used to be her hand was bleeding all over her.  

Her eyes grew wide before shouting to the survivors.  "Is there a healer!" she shouted frantically towards the survivors.  Quickly, she store a part of her combat suit (the frilly tail section of her outfit) into a strip and tied it above her wrist to stop the bleeding.  "Hey, Almyra, wake up already!" It was then that she noticed a knife wound in her chest.  She doesn't know what to do!  Her medical knowledge was very, very limited.  Ana was too afraid to pull the blade out for that may result in Almyra bleeding to death.  

It was at this point she noticed the blade had rusted.  The decay seemed rapid as nobody would be caught dead using a rusted weapon.  Just what kind of magic did Almyra possess that caused her to turn someone's face into a puddle and a knife she was stabbed with to decay so quickly?  It was at this point that Almyra's head was laying in her lap with a confused Anastasia.  "Don't die on me, alright?  I need you around, Almy."

Burning the wound?  Anastasia wasn't familiar with the process of cauterizing wounds.  She turned her eyes towards the female doctor for a moment and held her right hand out and away from Almyra.  "Hey, Almyra.  I'm going to do something that's going to really hurt alright?" she said calmly to the injured girl laying in her lap.  Ana looked to the other people and they assisted her and moving Almyra away from her and holding her down.  Almyra's people held her down as her hand became a metallic black glove in a quick flash of white light.  

After a brief moment, the glove began to glow a strange white color.  The plasma surrounding her hand caused the hand to be surrounded in a white hot glow.  No, white-hot is far too hot!  With a little adjustment, Anastasia made the Plasma Grasper cool down until it glowed red.  What originally felt like heat from the sun now only felt like metal recently pulled from the forge.  Placing herself into position, she asked the doctor.  "Can I get you to clear Almyra's chest with clothing?  I don't want her clothing to get burnt by this."  

With this, the doctor shoo'd away all males in the area and ripped off her shirt.  Now realizing that all that's left was her to cauterize the wound, her hand slowly moved towards Almyra's wound.  Her hand shook before feeling a hand upon her shoulder.  The doctor looked and smiled at Anastasia, giving her a reassured nod.  Something about that nod calmed Anastasia a bit before she put her fingers into the wound, hearing a hissing and bubbling noise as the wound began to cook for a moment.  However, due to the intense heat, she didn't have to hold it in for very long before she pulled her hand out.  She hoped that the pain didn't linger for too long.  

Hearing Almyra in pain bothered her.  It grinded something inside of her seeing one of her friends hurt like this.  Someone like Almyra shouldn't have to be put through this kind of pain.  Doubt ran through Anastasia's mind, blaming herself for Almyra's suffering.  While Anastasia knew that this was the kind of justice Almyra wanted for herself, it wasn't something that, she believed, had to transpire.  While taking justice into your own hands is fine and dandy, Almyra nearly got herself killed because of it.  Ana was much better suited at combat.  The alternative, however, may have certainly killed Almyra though.  This job was a lose-lose situation.

A quick flash of light caused the burning red hand of hers to vanish.  Removing the blue covering she had over herself, she wrapped it around Almyra and picked her up.  With a little smile to Almyra's people she nodded to them.  "I'm glad you're all safe.  But I need to take Almyra somewhere safe.  I'm certain that she'll come back to visit you all, alright?" she spoke to her people, lifting the covered Almyra up for transport.  "We'll both be back.  So please just rebuild, alright?" she asked.  Her main concern wasn't for Almyra's people.  While their objective was to save them from harm, it was Almyra that was her primary concern.

Normally, Anastasia would take Almyra in one of her many armors, but her reserves of magic is starting to get dangerously low.  She didn't want to be carried out as well.  She made her way through the cave that Almyra walked through and eventually out of it where there were bodies strewn about.  The mayhem of battle marred the landscape and she cared not for these bandit's plight.  They could rot out here in the sun for all she cared.  Stopping for a moment, she shouted out.

"If you all need a ride, you have 5 minutes!" with that said, a rush of people came from the caves towards George almost instantly.  Finding her way to George, she stopped at the mouth of the cargo doors for any stragglers.  Once the last person had arrived, she shouted out.  "George, close the cargo doors," she said before hearing pneumatic actuators activate.  She walked into the cargo hold and dropped Almyra off in her room.  She placed the girl onto her bed and rubbed her face with her palm gently.

"We'll get you to a good doctor alright?  There's a great doctor in the Neutral Grounds that can patch you right up," she stated before shouting to the Automated Operator.  "To the town to drop off these civilians and then we're heading to the Neutral Grounds," she stated before hearing a series of beeps.  The aircraft lifted off and flew off towards the town.  

[Job Complete!]