Post by ThreeDawg on Sept 6, 2015 13:50:01 GMT -5
(Apologies for the wait!)
Sig sat beside the female Dawnguard as she moved to correct her failure at magic. She just didn't have the training and stamina to do what the Dawnguard now did, at least not after her first attempt earlier this day. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more... It's not easy." she added, quite solemnly, as she watched the Dawnguard work her magic. For the rest, she stayed quiet. Content to watch until she could take the wounded to a true healer.
Sig gave a smile to the Dawnguard who moved to help them, she didn't know his name. Nor her his, she imagined, but he was the smaller of the two males on this section of the wall. "Wouldn't want the Forsworn to cut him up while he's do-" She was stunned into sudden silence as the Dawnguard who moved to help her took his own arrow - a shot that if he were not in the way would likely have hit her. "Stendarr's Shit!" she shouted out, ducking her head instinctively to avoid any more stray arrows that might have followed the first. She looked up after a few moments, and saw the freshly wounded Dawnguard slump against the wall himself.
She fumbled over the body of the more seriously wounded of the two Dawnguard, although thankfully his bleeding seemed to have slown with the aid of the Lady-Guard. She pressed down upon his wound, which is all she could really do at this point - she didn't even know if it would help with his state of healing, but she'd always been told 'pressure only helps!'. Even if it hurts. Her blood-covered hands were raised as the Dawnguard shoved some more potions in her hands. She looked at them, recognising the red one as the same type of potion she'd been handed before. How many more did this woman have? It was a shame Sig hadn't been taught how to make those herself, they seemed much better than relying on her own magic.
"No!" she shouted suddenly, as the female offered her the choice of taking over the crossbow. She almost dropped the potions in her urge. "I've no idea how to use those things, you do it!" The choice then was in her hands, but it was a clear one to make. With any luck the unconscious Dawnguard would have been stabilised enough from the healing magic. She moved over to the Dawnguard slumped against the wall, "I guess you're Edric?" she said, looking over at the arrow in his side. She'd a little idea what needed to be done there... But he was starting to get a pool of blood on his armour. "Hold your wound..." She started, grabbing the shaft of the roughly cut arrow, "Just look at me okay? The others- the Prisoners-" she snapped the shaft of the arrow with a sharp wrench, she didn't stop talking as she did, even over the sound of the battle. "They called me Signpost, or Sig."
Sig lifted the vial up to the Dawnguard, "You've got to take this. I'm sorry, but it should help.". She turned her head quickly to the Half-giant hovering over them, "You there, muscles, you look strong enough to carry the downed one to the courtyard, healers would probably congregate there."
Back to Elric, she held out her hand, "You should come too, let me help you. You're no good dying up here."
Sig sat beside the female Dawnguard as she moved to correct her failure at magic. She just didn't have the training and stamina to do what the Dawnguard now did, at least not after her first attempt earlier this day. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more... It's not easy." she added, quite solemnly, as she watched the Dawnguard work her magic. For the rest, she stayed quiet. Content to watch until she could take the wounded to a true healer.
Sig gave a smile to the Dawnguard who moved to help them, she didn't know his name. Nor her his, she imagined, but he was the smaller of the two males on this section of the wall. "Wouldn't want the Forsworn to cut him up while he's do-" She was stunned into sudden silence as the Dawnguard who moved to help her took his own arrow - a shot that if he were not in the way would likely have hit her. "Stendarr's Shit!" she shouted out, ducking her head instinctively to avoid any more stray arrows that might have followed the first. She looked up after a few moments, and saw the freshly wounded Dawnguard slump against the wall himself.
She fumbled over the body of the more seriously wounded of the two Dawnguard, although thankfully his bleeding seemed to have slown with the aid of the Lady-Guard. She pressed down upon his wound, which is all she could really do at this point - she didn't even know if it would help with his state of healing, but she'd always been told 'pressure only helps!'. Even if it hurts. Her blood-covered hands were raised as the Dawnguard shoved some more potions in her hands. She looked at them, recognising the red one as the same type of potion she'd been handed before. How many more did this woman have? It was a shame Sig hadn't been taught how to make those herself, they seemed much better than relying on her own magic.
"No!" she shouted suddenly, as the female offered her the choice of taking over the crossbow. She almost dropped the potions in her urge. "I've no idea how to use those things, you do it!" The choice then was in her hands, but it was a clear one to make. With any luck the unconscious Dawnguard would have been stabilised enough from the healing magic. She moved over to the Dawnguard slumped against the wall, "I guess you're Edric?" she said, looking over at the arrow in his side. She'd a little idea what needed to be done there... But he was starting to get a pool of blood on his armour. "Hold your wound..." She started, grabbing the shaft of the roughly cut arrow, "Just look at me okay? The others- the Prisoners-" she snapped the shaft of the arrow with a sharp wrench, she didn't stop talking as she did, even over the sound of the battle. "They called me Signpost, or Sig."
Sig lifted the vial up to the Dawnguard, "You've got to take this. I'm sorry, but it should help.". She turned her head quickly to the Half-giant hovering over them, "You there, muscles, you look strong enough to carry the downed one to the courtyard, healers would probably congregate there."
Back to Elric, she held out her hand, "You should come too, let me help you. You're no good dying up here."