Your OC Takes a Bullet for the OC Above! [IC]

"Oi could really feel sumethin' when she told him that she loved him yer know," Roswell said. "And de kiss… Void," he said longing. Roswell looked up. Lips pursed.
"Void," he repeated. In a different tune. He cursed at himself, as he'd noticed the shift in atmosphere when it was already too late. 

Thugs jumped them seemingly out of nowhere. Roswell cursed himself, he'd know they were here. There were a thousand clues he'd ignored. No krōs on the rooftops, a broken streetlight, mud tracks. He'd seen them. But he had become something no thief, nor leidsman could afford. Careless. Roswell had become careless and now he'd to pay the price. 

His hands whipped to his own gun. Before his fingers could find the holster, the air-filled itself with bullets. Sulfur, gunpowder. Plus the unmistakable smell of blood. Roswell was certain he´d passed away. But to his surprise felt nothing. No pain. No bullets denting his body, not the warmth of blood. When he opened his eye he noticed why.
Ace stood in front of him, her arms spread. Shite. He watched her collapse and held his breath. His jaw clenched when he saw the hand twitch and the whole body reanimate again. Her wounds closed. Roswell watched as she whipped out those chains. With his hands, still damp clamped around the handle of his gun, he watched. Roswell´s lips twisted from the sound of broken bones and his shoulders tensed from the man who´d got slammed against the wall.

“Yeah, oi’m fine,” he muttered. His eye unable to dart away from the man that slowly slumped down against the wall. Motionless. Roswell’s fingers drummed on his revolver before he removed his hand.
 “How about you?” he finally managed to say. He’d difficulties not to stare at the person and back at Ace.
Roswell kept a sheepish grin on his face as he followed her in her wake. His foot tested the face of the bitten man in silence.
“Mercenaries,” he finally said. Nudging with his foot against the man’s shoulder. “Dey ware de symbol,” he said. Pointing at the simple dagger emblem on his chest.
“Oi don’t know dem,” he muttered. “Or someone rich enough to send dem after me. But I need to be more careful.” 

Talking about some cheesy romance novel, Ace and Roswell walked into a shady alley. Turning the corner, they were suddenly faced with multiple armed goons. Without saying a word, they opened fire, aiming mostly for Roswell. Seconds later, the ground was littered with shell casings, and splatters of blood, but none of it was Roswell’s. Standing in front of her friend, Ace collapsed, bleeding from the many wounds she had sustained.

It only took a second before she stood back up, her regeneration having kicked in and keeping her alive despite her injuries. Before the assailants could reload, an adamantium chain shot towards them, wrapping around one of their legs and turning into a copy of her shackles. Teleporting to the shackled man, she took him down and bit into his shoulder, using his blood to speed up her recovery. Letting him drop to the ground, hoping he was just unconscious and not dead, she took down the other assailants, one with lighting, and the other just by grabbing his face and slamming his head against the wall.

“Are you alright?” Ace asked her human friend, “Don’t worry about me, I’m pretty tough.” Checking to see they were still alive, she asked, “Do you know these people? Or someone who might have sent them? They’ll probably try again, and I may not be around then…”

Illanya, had admittedly been wholly unused to traveling across the plains. Some of the other realms were odd and this one was no exception. Though some had looked at her oddly the she'd walked into the bar with full armor and a cloak, it had been late enough into the night that most of the people around were more interested in nursing their drinks. The paladin had been careful in preparing to come here, going so far to at least exchange some of her gold for the paper currency that was common here back in the City of Doors. She hadn't thought to ditch the armor but at this point it was really too late to do more than quickly make her way to the bar and settle down. 

She quickly passes a few bills to the bartender asking quietly for the house cider, not entirely certain about the vast amount of drinks on the menu. It's not long before she's received her drink from the feline bartender and starts sipping at it, a pleasant buzz already starting to fuzz her thoughts. 

It's not until she halfway through her second cup that the door slams open, a shuffle of footsteps causing the knight to turn towards the entrance, a light blush on her face belying her drunken state. A man stumbles in, his face red and twisted in anger, his cloak and garb markedly similar to the paladins, at least as far as time period goes. There's the sound of a something locking into place and a crossbow comes out from under the cloak,  and he aims rather badly at the Paladin, enough that the cross hairs stray just past Illanya and at the Batender standing near her.

The Mechanisim fires, and the knight is already pushing herself up onto the bar, using one hand to push Roxie down. the other to hoist her self up. The bolt strikes her with a sickening thud, but she doesn't waste a moment, one hand raising, spectral vines with flowering blossoms erupt from the axe at her side, and wrap the man up. He struggles for a moment before tiring and falling limp, the vines disappearing as he does so. The Paladin slumps down, grasping near her chest a pained grimace pulling across her face.

"A-are you alright? I think that man was after me but- he nearly shot you instead-" The woman cuts off with a groan, falling onto the bar, her face twisted in pain. Cups and battles scaterring a shattering against the floor. The bolt has revealed itself more fully with Illanya's back exposed. It seemed that man was close enough that the bolt has punched through her armor lodging just below her shoulder blade, it's fletching already somewhat red with the paladin's blood. She looks up from where she's fallen to the bartender and offers a weak smile.

"Sorry, I'll pay for those too."

If a banishment spell could've gone wrong at any time, it would've had to be now. She'd never seen a spell backfire so spectacularly, and she curses herself for not getting out of the way quick enough. Of course the place it took her would be an active battlefield, the sounds of explosions driving the paladin into a sprint, her hands gripping axe and shield tightly. Wherever she was, it appeared to be a firefight of somekind, the sounds of fire arms ringing in her ears. Illanya had only encountered a few gunslingers in her lifetime, but this seemed to be more than one gunslinger. 

As she runs, she spots a man reloading, glancing from his gun to the area around him. He doesn't seem to notice the man sneaking up behind him, a rifle aimed directly at his head. Illanya's in between the two within seconds, her shield raised. It does little good, a round of about 3 bullets erupt in rapid succession, the first two dent against the shield. The third finds it's mark in the Paladin's shoulder, the momentum of it sending her reeling. The enemy raises his weapon to fire again, but the sight of other bullets drives him away. Jamie would turn to see Illanya kneeling, her hand pressed to her shoulder, the bullet having made it's way through entirely. It'll have to be something she heals with her magic when she returns home, because she can already feel the effects of the banish spell wearing off, so she simply gives the man a weary smile and a nod,

"Be a little more aware next time, hate to see you die out here." Illanya huffs, a cheerful look on her face as the spell wears off entirely and she disappears in a flash of light and a shower of flower petals.

She'd definitely seen better days, and she just wanted to get somewhere safe. Amid a rather intense buzz, a bullet wound, and the crossbow bolt stuck in her back, she was surprised she was still standing, let alone stumbling along the path. It was tough to do anything more than focus on not tripping and falling onto the trail beneath her.

The Paladin isn't coherent enough to realize what's going on until something slams into her, an alarmed cry coming from behind her. The sharp crack of a firearm firing jolts Illanya from her stupor, but she's already on the ground. Whirling around, she finds that she recognizes the woman who must've pushed her out of the way. It was a somewhat vague memory, but she remembers meeting with the King of the area, and this woman had been there, watching the party wearily though most of the meeting, at least as far as she noticed. Why Ennette was here was beyond the Paladin, but that wasn't important. The sight of a rather ambiguous figure was enough for Illanya to put the pieces together. 

Sudden fear strikes the knight, as her gaze scans over Ennette before focusing on the gash on her arm. Despite reassurances that it was nothing serious, Illanya can't help the guilt that washes over her. Despite the princesses' wishes for her to flee and escape, a deeply rooted sense of pride and the oaths she's sworn come to mind, and she simply grimaces. She can't just flee and leave a princess to fend for herself, the idea itself was ludicrous. 

However, she certainly wasn't sticking around to let the man get in a second shot. With a wince of pain, Illanya rights herself, magic gathering around her back, her eyes flickering with warm white light. Two near-transparent feathered wings sprout from her back, and she lurches forward grabbing the Princess and with a flap of her spectral wings, they shoot into the sky. 

"S-Sorry Princess, I hope you'll forgive me for not listening, but I wouldn't dare leave you alone to fend for yourself. " Her voice stutters, likely from pain, and the need to raise it over the howling of the wind. After about a minute, Illanya stutters in flight, a grimace on her face. Despite the paladin's best efforts to slow their descent they still land in a tumble. The Paladin simply lays where she's fallen before sitting up and looking to where Ennette has landed.

"That could've gone better. Still, I doubt that guy will be able to catch up to us for a little bit. I should have enough time to patch myself up." She hums, giving Ennette a wavering smile, pain clouding her eyes. Through it all, her gaze strays back to the Princesses' arm and she grimaces.

"Here, let me at least heal that for you. You took a shot meant for me, and I can't let that debt go unpaid I'm afraid."

     I must have those muffins. It was a mantra Ennette stubbornly repeated to herself as she plucked the strawberries from outside the castle. She'd asked her father for some, and though tired, he agreed he would if they had any strawberries. Of course, it was most likely a trick set up by him, knowing full well the kitchen had none, and that they wouldn't receive their ingredient restocks until later in the week. It wouldn't stop the craving princess, however, and she stormed off to get some on her own, despite people's protests.
     The basket was getting satisfyingly full. Before she could pick it up to leave, however, she heard a rustling nearby and spun around just in time to see the goon running over. Eyes wide, Ennette stood there, stunned, too frozen to decide between fight or flight.
     Then, suddenly, a figure lunged out at the attacker. "R-Rylex?" gasped the princess once she recognized the armor. The two were locked into a close battle, with punches and kicks tossed in every direction. Ennette looked around helplessly for something she could do to help. She'd left Liszt back at the castle so she could carry the basket, if only she'd taken it...!
     Looking back at the battle, it looked like Rylex was starting to get the upper hand. The assailant, however, desperate to clear his mission, pulled a gun out. He shakily pointed at the charging soldier, then at Ennette.

     The gunshot caused all the birds nearby to fly away.

     Silence slowly settled back into the field. Ennette opened her eyes slowly. No pain. Was she in shock...? No... No, she wasn't hit, actually! But...
     Relief quickly turned to panic, and she looked up just in time to see the goon fall to the ground with a swift punch. "R-Rylex..." she stammered. Despite his smile and his words... the both of them couldn't help but stare at the hole in his chest.
     "Rylex!!" she screamed once more, trying to catch him when he fell, but only able to keep him upright. She fell to her knees as well, her mind was racing. What-What was the right thing to do? Should she lay him down? Prevent him from laying down? Should she apply pressure? She didn't have anything to mix herbs with-- there weren't even any herbs nearby! And-And even if there had been, she didn't know anything for fatal wounds! She-She--
     Tears began to flood Ennette's eyes, of which she couldn't rip away from that... blasted bullet wound. A bullet wound that could have been avoided if she'd just stayed inside. It was all her fault...!
     "D-Don't talk like that!" she pleaded while holding the soldier's arms. "Y-You're a soldier, aren't you? A powerful one! Y-You've told me s-so many stories about your victories! Th-This won't stop you-- It CAN'T!" Just keep talking, just keep saying something to keep his attention and keep him awake; alive. "What-What about all the women waiting for you to come back? You can't... You can't go breaking their hearts, right?"
     A strained sob escaped her when he collapsed. "R-Rylex, no!!" she cried. She looked around. Nobody she could see, but... but was it possible other guards were nearby? "HELP!!" she cried and screamed. "HELP, PLEASE!!"
     No reply.
     More and more tears began to roll down her face, blinding her. Hearing the soldier's weak voice, she looked down at him. "... As... As long as you stay awake through all of it... o-okay?" she whispered, offering him the sweetest smile she could muster past the shaking and the tears.
     Resting his head on her lap, she began to sang. Her faltering voice slowly grew steady, and soon the music of a royal siren began to fill the field. It was a somber melody, guided by her gentle voice. Its lyrics were lovely and gentle, yet the harmonies were mourning. The music gradually wrapped around the nearby town, and reached even the castle.

     And as if to join her in a duet, the castle's funeral bells rang out.

A strange dragon would come in contract with a man who was said to be a monster hunter. This would scare her a bit as she felt as if she could be hunted but seeing that if she could try to befriend the man or at least speak to him she might just be able have someone to meet to and get a new purpose in life. Although,something felt off today. Not the man himself but the environment. Her undead eyes would try and survey the area,"Do you see anything suspicious?" Val would ask him,"Aside from me? I am very much real even if I don't look like it?"

Her many eyes still began to look around. Then she may have hear something. A gun shot,but where? Another one was fire and hit a tree. Well, at least the undead dragon could locate them,"Stay wary",Val said. After a few minutes she would calm down for a moment before another gun shot was heard. On impulse she would fly to the bullet that had hit. Right at one of her many eyes. There was a surprisingly loud scream from the undead entity but even with the brutal headshot,no blood leaked. There was also purple flesh instead of the usual bloody red flesh. "I-I'm fine. I can tank these because I'm undead after all",Val said. She looked at Fang with a bullet stuck in one of her eyes,"Sorry for the insane site".