Aether
She was, in fact, freaking out. When Yuri awoke, she nudged him a few times anxiously and looked around for something to cover Yuri with. She felt like when your mom leaves you at the line in the grocery shop and you don’t have money to pay for the food.

Fuyumi
Immediately after Tumble backed off, she went to her father. He looked like he would melt into a pile of goo soon. If only she could cauterize the wound- but alas, she had no control over fire. She turned to the dragon with his wing half off, and said coolly “Best get that wound checked. I…don’t think driving you off the island would be…the best course of action.” Still on guard, she faced the pair, making sure her father was fine, stepping in the pooling blood. It wasn’t ripped-out-his-heart bad, but dragons are big, so the blood was gushing down from the various wounds. Still pretty severe though. She called out to Beryl, wondering if her fellow guardian was still there. She sighed, wondering how this had escalated. Sure, she had frozen him a little, but the reaction from the other dragon was…a lot of anger. It’s not like we were going to kill him…just drive him off the island. “You can’t get off the island anyway. Head somewhere else. The other islands are not inhabitable, if that wasn’t obvious.” She said curtly and flatly, barely keeping herself from lunging at the pair and killing them.

Kaeya
(Insert busy near dying from pain noises )
His mind felt like it was melting from pain. His body….we don’t talk about that. His wings were not responding to movement, and his mouth was full of blood and pain. His wounds stung about a billion times more than should be. Now he knew his daughter was safe, the adrenaline was starting to fade. Which made things about a million times worse. He started to slip in and out of consciousness, wondering if he’d see his wife dead.

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Beryl

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Beryl would have vacated from the chaos at the tavern. The other guardian and her apparent father could take care of the rest of it. It was clear she wasn’t needed there anymore. Emitting a soft sigh, Beryl leaned forward and rested the side of her face against her gelding’s blonde mane, her hands swaddling themselves around the stocky equine’s neck. “All I wanted was my Sauvignon Blanc. I guess I’ll just have t-“ The femme was immediately cut off by a sudden cold zephyr whipping through the atmosphere, chilling her to the marrow. “W-what was that?!” She hissed, elevating her head in a hasty manner and whipping it to and fro. It was the middle of spring for star’s sake — nearly summer, even!

Out of the blue, the redhead caught a quick glimpse of a translucent wisp in the corner of her vision. “Okay, I saw that! If it’s one of you jackasses from the tavern, reveal yourself or I’ll make you do it myself!” Beryl snarled, seizing her sharp sword from its sheathe and clenching her dainty hands around it.

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Blue had been chatting to the horses happily, before someone stormed in. Thinking it was best to vacate they went to absorb through the wall, the air cooling around her. She heard the person shout and gasped " hey! I am not a jackass!" They folded her arms and huffed loudly. Blue frowned and looked down and tilted her head " what's the Matter!"

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Beryl

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A voracious wave of guilt enveloped the tiefling as she realized it was only a .. spirit of some sorts frolicking with the horses. “M-my apologies, I thought you were someone else.” Beryl said, sliding her sword back into its sheathe and hopped off of her horse.

“If.. if you don’t mind my asking, but.. are.. are you dead?”

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Blue bristled and turned her head away slightly " yes... Yes I am" she slowly floated so their feet rested on the floor, now at a wonderful height of 5". " What are you doing in here?" She asked narrowing her eyes and gently picking up a brush to clean the horses

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Beryl

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”There was.. or, is a skirmish down in the tavern a couple of towns away. Me and another guardian were taking care of it, but of course her father appears to steal the show, so I took my leave. It seems her and her sire were able to handle it by themselves.” Beryl explained, removing the girth from Mimosa’s big saddle. She then proceeded to lay the girth atop of some sort of table that was a few feet to the side of her. Afterwards, the guardian returned to her horse’s side and lifted the heavy saddle off of the gypsy vanner’s back.

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Yuri
|Groggily, Yuri became more and more animated as the fighting stopped. Moaning, he slowly, slowly, slowly began to stand up. Unfolding his legs from underneath him, he finally made his feet. Swaying under an invisible force, he tried to catch his breath. it took a short while, but eventually he was able to calm his beating heart and sooth his frayed heart and mind. Glancing at Aether once he had recovered, he said |"I am sorry...I probably scared you. I...just.. Thye are in trouble, I Must help them. It feels as if one of them is dying, I can help."| Stumbling off again, he upchucked the rest of the continents of his stomach before reaching the edge of town. Doing so, he soon spotted the dragon who was in the most pain, alongside the dragon who had set fire to the tree. Pausing to take a few deep breaths to stave of the mind numbing pain in his own wounds, he staggered forward as id drunk.|

Cottonmouth
|As soon as everything calmed down, he rushed straight for Tumbleweed and began inspecting him. Wincing in sympathy at his partners torn wing, he patted him on the nose and closed his eyes. |"Thanks for comin, Tumble. Might have been the end of lil'ol me if you aint come around."| Patting him once more on the nose, he ignored the bad-tempered snort from Tumble before turning on the other pair. |"Quit your whining bitch, the vemon wont even harm ya. It'll pass in a moment, you piece of shit. This is all of yalls problem anyway. If it had been a one-on-one Tumbleweed would have slit your throat faster than I can a chicken. But of course, the law aint play fair, no matter how they claim. Shoulda known, this place like all the others. Hell bent of destroyin anyone not like them."| Shaking his head, he reloaded his Cattleman and polished it clean once more, because during the fight it had accumulated filth, he spoke again. |"I hope you all rot in hell. And I don't care if you aint driving us off, we leaving. Damn good introduction this was."| Spitting a foul smelling juice at the dust before Fuyumi's feet, he suddenly spotted Yuri. |"More backup, ill take that as a compliment. Needing four to take on two."| But despite his words and outward appearance, Cotton was uneasy. Tumble couldn't take much more, and Spitters powder was still wet, he would need to reload before he could shoot. And he seen how fast thoes witches could move.|

Tumbleweed
|Growling softly in pain, he let himself a few moments to rest. Panting, he once again growled at Cottonmouth, but like always, it did no good. Proceeding to lick the scratches and bites he had received, he steered clear of his wing, which hurt like fucking blazes. Looking up, he glared at the brute of a dragon with dangerous eyes; Tumble wanted nothing more than to rip that dragons face off. Backing up a few feet, he watched everyone closely in case they made a move for Cotton, who surprisingly, hadn't withstood a scratch yet. Raising his tail in a threatening manner, he continued his glaring and glowering. Not known to them, his vemon sack was empty, so his tail was nothing more than a needle with no liquid. However, this entire "threatening" picture was slightly ruined by the massive blood pool under his feet and the barley contianed whimpers as his wing tremored in pain. |

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" I assume no one was hurt?" She asked, trailing her fingers through some dust that didn't shift. A loud sigh escaped her lips and blue leaned through a wall to grab an apple for the horse . " What was the skirmish about?" They asked, interested

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Beryl

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”All of them are wounded, besides me. I’m not there anymore so it isn’t my problem.” The tiefling answered, curry combing Mimosa’s strawberry roan coat. “I’m not even sure what it was about. All I know is that there was a cowboy and his dragon sidekick being an asshole. I originally paid the tavern a visit so I could get a Sauvignon Blanc, but obviously that’s not going to happen with the damage they caused.”

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Blue held out her hand, flat with the palm up to feed to the horse, watching the wonderful creature sniff her faded fingers before gingerly taking the red fruit. Blue listened silently " hmm. Will someone have to fix up the place. I would offer to help but I am only keep certain parts of me solid for a brief period of time"

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Beryl

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”Most likely. I haven’t a doubt the owners would file a lawsuit against them.. and probably myself, as well.” Beryl said, turning her head to side so she could look the ghost directly in the eyes. “By the way.. what is your name?” Beryl asked.

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Blue floated closer with a small smile and stuck out her hand for beryl to shake "Blue" they smile happily " and you are?" The asked before winking at the horse " this is a wonderful horse you have, was a rider myself.... When I could put my feet in the stirrups"

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Aether
She tried to help hold him up, supporting him with her shoulder, her eyes wide at the scene. At Cotton’s comment, she asked “What’s going on? Also, i’m not back-up.”

Fuyumi
“Listen here.” She said in a dangerous voice. “Would you prefer I kill the both of you, here and now? I’m not the law. My purpose is to protect the people of the sanctuary and the sanctuary itself. Just leave then, and stop whining. Do you just like the sound of your own voice?” She gestured toward Yuri “And stop bringing random people into this because your ego was bruised!” After getting control over her emotions a little, she said “Listen, if you’re worried about his wing, I can make a splint out of ice. You won’t let me even think of that, though. But if you keep spewing off things like that, I AM going to freeze his wing in an inconsiderate way. Besides, don’t put it as if you didn’t help your friend. He’s my father. I’m NOT losing him. You tried to shoot me, and then your dragon over there went psycho. I can say sorry if needed, but honestly, I feel as though it’d just boost your ego.” She said, barely containing a snarl in her voice.

Kaeya
*just vibing in silence while the venom wears off.*

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Yuri
|"Stop, stop please! Yelling will not stop, help, or prevent anything! Anger only leads to regret. I do not know who started it, if it was the cause of tension or threats, or who is in the wrong. All I do know is that one-"| Pointing to Kaeya, |"-is in a lot of pain. That one-"| Pointing to Tumbleweed,|"-is going to blead out if that wing doesn't get healed, and that one-"|Pointing to Cottonmouth, |"- is more hurt than he realizes."| Sighing, he wobbled on his feet and had to take a few deep breaths to steady himself. |"You, the one- with the broken wing. Let me help you, at least cauterize it. If I don't, you will blead out in about ten minutes..."|Sagging against Aether, he flashed her a thankful grin, and thought about how crazy this was. he had just met the dragon because she almost ran into him. He shared some of his memories with her, then she helped him and stayed with him when he collapsed because of the overwhelming pain. He wondered why, but this wasn't the time; It was probably because she was just kind. At Tumble's beckon, he padded over and lowered his head. With a grunt, he ignored Tumble's agonizing pain, and his own in reflection to that, to heal Cotton. Releasing a surge of energy, he healed Cotton. It was a simple, tiny wound. it wouldn't have even left a scar. But he healed it anyway, and felt the miniscule lowering of his own energy. |

Cottonmouth
|Cotton looked as if he was about to say something, but then laughed. |"Man, you got a mouth, don't ya. Look-"| Suddenly, Yuri interrupted and Cotton glared at him. |"Who. The. Hell. Are. You. And what do you mean I'm hurt."| Glancing down, he spotted it. There was a bullet wound, in his chest. Flashing back, he realized when it had happened. |"Damn."| He had shot himself to get rid of the rest of the ice, thinking it would just crack the ice. Obviously, it had done more. Suddenly weak, he sank to his knees with a grunt. |"This is not how I thought today would go."| Touching the now bleeding hole, he pulled his fingers back. They were beautifully scarlet and warm. Tumbleweed was on top of him in seconds, making sure he was okay. |"I'm fine old friend, it's just a scratch. Didn't go through or nothing, jus...hurts like hell."|

Tumbleweed
|Flexing his wing, he watched in morbid fascination as blood fountained out of him like a great rushing waterfall. Only half listening to Yuri, he sensed something was wrong with Cotton, but he didn't know what. Suddenly, Cotton fell. Tumble was on him in seconds, checking his pulse with a shaking talon and a faint hiss. |" How stupid can you be, shooting yourself! Your a dam fool!"| Growling dep in his throat, he glared at Yuri. |"You a healing dragon yeah? If you aint gonna sit their gawking or gonna fight us, heal him dammit!"| Holding down Cottonmouth as he struggled, he watched with a guarded expression as Yuri trotted over slowly and touched the tip of one horn to Cotton's chest. Almost snapping his head off when Cottonmouth grunted in pain, he watched as a almost overbright golden light sprang from the horn and Cotton's wound slowly closed over. With his sharp eyes, he saw how Yuri seemed to shrink slightly after healing the wound, and how he seemed more tired.|

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