Sugarboy's first patient!!!1!One

[21:43] Epsilon whispers: Hopefully not a domestic dispute.
[21:43] Sugarboy whispers: Ohtli's Husband?
[21:43] Epsilon whispers: Mm.
[21:57] Sugarboy and Epsilon had apparently come to the plains just in time to see part of it get torn apart... as it often did, whenever people chose to simply spar here. The earth itself trembled, overturned by a heavy application of geomantic magic. For his part, Windsor was duking it out against Ohtli as if his life had depended on it - and in some vague sense, it did.

Her offensive hadn't lost its edge even after as many years passed as they had. Windsor didn't underestimate her in the least, but apparently didn't ware her flashes of mythril enough. Instead, her strikes hit true, and made quite an impression on the man in the form of so many lacerations across his body. Just as they intended, he was made to bleed.

But Windsor was no slouch, and he wasn't prepared to let time dull him either. The temporal magus did all he could to addle her as much as humanly possible, sending wave after confounding wave of suffocating earthen magic to suppress her efforts to get at him. That, coupled with columns of gravity and rings of binding energy, finally whittled down her offensive enough for him to counter.

As she overwhelmed him with a flurry of blows, Windsor managed to strafe to the right in the nick of time - fast enough to send a jagged column of earthen spikes right at her in reprisal. They struck just far enough to draw blood, but not to pierce. For as much as he promised not to hold back, he couldn't bring himself to do lasting harm.

But he'd make her bleed, just as she demanded.
(Windsor)
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[21:58] Sugarboy whispers: We just gonna watch this?
[21:59] Epsilon whispers: Just a spar, I believe. No cause for concern.
[22:11] Epsilon steps forwards as the fight draws to a close. By his posture, the calm smile, one would probably assume he's considering this a simple spar.

But he's not a fool. This seems a bit more tense than that. This seems impactful, and though he doesn't know the reasoning, he can feel the gravity of the situation.

He stares idly, leaning on his staff, and tilts his head back towards Sugarboy, raising an eyebrow. He doesn't bother interjecting, yet. No need for that.
(Epsilon)
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[22:13] So it was. He took absolutely no delight in how it all shook out, as nobody should, but the die was cast. "...If fortune is with us, we may never have to worry about it at all." Though he was bleeding plenty from a myriad of cutting wounds delivered decisively by the Drakanite, the single wound he inflicted was enough to end their bout.

As soon as it did end, Windsor let his feet touch the ground and blitzed up to Ohtli, already fretting over the shoulder strike. "Shit. We gotta get you a medic bag or something - some ointment, bandages..." As if the severity of the battle that just passed never was, the astrologian was looking over his sworn Drakanite with intense concern.

"You two!" Without even turning around, Windsor was addressing Epsilon and Sugarboy. "If you've got any bandages or first-aid or whatever, I need it now! Steady, Caretaker..." His shouting quickly transitioned into a murmur as he continued to look over her stab wound, endeavoring to clean off any pebbles or rocks that might have been lodged in the gouge.

"You'll be fine, it's just a flesh wound, just a flesh wound..." His mind was all over the place right now.
(Windsor)
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[22:14] Epsilon whispers: More your place than mine, mm?
[22:14] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "--"
[22:14] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Spirits, Starseeker. Easy. It's- it's not that bad, really."
[22:16] Sugarboy lights up, jolting over, "Um- We gotta stop the bleeding first" The amateur medic says, pulling bandages out of his bag and pulls out a lax potion, "Here, sip on this"
(Sugarboy)
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[22:16] {Item} You drop Lax Essence.
[22:20] The Drakan adamantly shakes her head. She is still mobile- on her own two feet, even- and while the cut to her shoulder hurts? It is so very, very far from life threatening.

Judging from the litany of scars the woman has, this is not the first time she's been injured in combat, and it's far from the worst. The prosthetic mithril arm is probably the clearest indicator of that.

"Keep your potions, please- Windy. WINDY. I'm -fine-," she assures him.

There's some stray debris in the stab and it bleeds freely. But if this minor injury, relatively speaking, sends him into a frenzy?...She can only imagine what would have happened had it genuinely been something serious.

"It's...it's a scratch, okay? Easy, Starseeker."

With combat over it was easier to focus on the more calming nature of her magic, an attempt to set the astrologist at ease.
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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[22:25] "Alright I might not be much of a doc, but I'm still going to need you to take a seat-" Sugarboy says more firmly than he thought he could, "Even if the wound itself isn't might not be super bad- it can still get infected." Sugarboy conjures a ball of water and places it over the wound. Using a combination of blood and water magic, he extracts all the debris and starts making the blood coagulate faster. He'll remove the water after thoroughly cleaning the wound. He'll grab the bandages and apply pressure to it.
(Sugarboy)
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[22:28] The astrologian remains almost incorrugibly concerned over her wound despite her best efforts to stay his concerns. It's only once she assures her - conclusively - with her particular magic and Sugarboy's medical aid that the man manages to stabilize his breathing somewhat. "...Thanks, kid." He shoots a nod over in the blonde lad's direction, appreciative of his ministrations.

"Look, I-- it was me. I hurt you. I'm not supposed to be doing that. Even if I said I wouldn't hold... back..." He realizes what he's saying, and realizes even sooner that he's in the company of two youths, and sighs, letting his shoulders hang. "...Sorry. It's -- you two just ran into a dispute, is all."

For what his honesty was, he'd at least try to downplay the gravity of what it was they were doing - no matter how unconvincing it was. "It's uh. It's been settled."
(Windsor)
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[22:30] {Item} You picked up Lax Essence. Dropped by Dan Karadin. .
[22:35] "I gave you my terms. You followed them- that's all, Windy," she replies matter of factly, grinding her teeth as Sugarboy tends to her arm.

"Yes...Thank you. That's...that's better.

"As he said. It's been resolved."

There's no mirth in that statement. None whatsoever.

"Are you alright yourself?"
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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[22:35] Windsor says, "Yeah. Just a few cuts. They're only skin-deep."
[22:36] Epsilon remains at the edge of the gathering, watching Sugarboy work on Ohtli. "...And, it has been resolved... in the manner you would both desire?"
(Epsilon)
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[22:36] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "In the only manner it could be."
[22:38] Windsor says, "...Yeah. There was only one way that was going to go."
[22:38] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "This one's too stubborn to see reason otherwise."
[22:38] Windsor says, "And so is this one."
[22:39] Windsor says, "Or... er... that one."
[22:41] Pressing a hand against the wound, he grabs an excess of rags and begins tying it around her arm so that it can hold itself. Sugarboy gently places a hand over the bandage and hits it with one more dose of coagulation to make sure it's good. he debates momentarily if he should kiss the booboo better, but the situation was far too grim, and Sugarboy was tired of people thinking he was making moves on their waifus. He'll turn to Windsor with a small smile, "No problem- I'm just happy I could actually help." and turn to Ohtli- And as I'm contractually obligated to tell you, you're gonna need some rest and refrain from doing anything strenuous until that's all healed up." There's a slight humor in his tone as he tries to lighten the situation, but he knew it wasn't his place, and he'll walk over to Epsilon again.
(Sugarboy)
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[22:42] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Refrain from doing anything strenuous? Bah..."
[22:42] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Can't make that promise...But thank you."
[22:42] Ohtli Tezcacoatl asks, "...Was there something the two of you needed?"
[22:42] Sugarboy says, "That's fine, I never actually signed a contract"
[22:42] Sugarboy says, "No- we were just looking for trouble"
[22:43] Windsor says, "Well, any kinda trouble here kinda ended moments ago."
[22:43] Windsor says, "I do appreciate your help. I'll be sure to return the favor somehow."
[22:45] Sugarboy waves his hand, "Don't worry about it, fam. Like I said, I'm just glad I could help somehow." He opens his mouth as if to say something else, but closes it and just nods with a smile, "We'll see you dudes around!"
(Sugarboy)
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[22:46] Ohtli nods, rubbing her hand over the bandage on the opposite arm. "Yes. Spirits guide you both."
(Ohtli Tezcacoatl)
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[22:46] Windsor says, "Thanks, uh... fam."
[22:46] Ohtli Tezcacoatl says, "Yes...'fam'."