[ Sylvain is in fine form, and Cid keeps pace as they race further into the thick trees. The shadows seem to grow denser with each passing moment — he can't imagine for a second that a mortal had come this way of their own free will.
He reaches the edge of the clearing just in time to see Sylvain leap forward, the force of his landing tearing the figure from its prey with a rage-filled shriek. It's hard to make out its shifting form amongst the shadows, save for oddly human-looking eyes and mismatched limbs — but he'll leave the monster to Sylvain for the moment.
When crouches by the mortal to assess the damage, his stomach flips unpleasantly. Cid is hardly squeamish, but it's suddenly become very clear to him where the creature might have gotten those particular eyes, and that particular arm. He checks for pulse and breath, both of which are faint. ] Shit. See that you don't let that thing take any bloody keepsakes from you, Sylvain!
[ He tears a strip of the mortal's shirt, fashioning it into a tourniquet for his missing arm. There won't be any point in carrying him out if he loses much more blood. ]
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He reaches the edge of the clearing just in time to see Sylvain leap forward, the force of his landing tearing the figure from its prey with a rage-filled shriek. It's hard to make out its shifting form amongst the shadows, save for oddly human-looking eyes and mismatched limbs — but he'll leave the monster to Sylvain for the moment.
When crouches by the mortal to assess the damage, his stomach flips unpleasantly. Cid is hardly squeamish, but it's suddenly become very clear to him where the creature might have gotten those particular eyes, and that particular arm. He checks for pulse and breath, both of which are faint. ] Shit. See that you don't let that thing take any bloody keepsakes from you, Sylvain!
[ He tears a strip of the mortal's shirt, fashioning it into a tourniquet for his missing arm. There won't be any point in carrying him out if he loses much more blood. ]