General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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While he was flying, he tried to assess the damage on his beat, battered, bruised, and broken body. The most painful was surprisingly his tail, where the spear had been stabbed through it, and the one that seemed to be bleeding the most, although it was hard to tell, seemed to be a chest wound.

He beat his wings twice as much as normal just to stay in the air, as the tattered rips in them did not help with staying aloft. He flew with a rather zombie like appearing, trying to save any ounce of energy he could. Barely hearing her words, he flew for a dragon length more before realizing and spiraling down, towards the very hard looking ground. He managed not to smash his face in and instead come to a rolling, painful, groaning stop, quite honestly never wanting to move again. He lay there panting for a couple moments before she spoke again, and he was forced to muster up the energy to stand. Dragging himself to his feet, he started walking over to her before stopping as an unknown pain shot through his leg. A quick glance down confirmed there was a sword stuck there. He scowled and grabbed it with his claws, tugging it out before limping back to Glory. Everything was agony, so he barely felt anything anymore. He observed the wound for a second, worry flitting across his face. The arrow had been in there far too long. Getting a firm grip, he paused. "I know you know this'll hurt, but i want to pull it out a little slowly at first to make sure everything comes out." He warned quietly, then grabbed near the bottom and slowly worked it out of her skin. The time paid off, as the entire arrow came out, unsplintered. Leo threw it to the side, already mentally preparing himself to fly the rest of the way back. He was also somewhat sure Glory had multiplied, but he reminded himself he was delusional and dizzy, and probably seeing double. Not good, but he couldn't help it. After a quick glance to make sure she had some of Ammit's blood, he closed his golden eyes, attempting to not pass out.

Lieutenant Dwyer

Glory wrinkled her snout at his terrible landing, knowing if she reacted otherwise she'd just worry herself to death. She kept telling herself that he'd be fine, he was practically impossible to kill, given previous evidence, but she still knew he'd reach his limit eventually, and leave her to write a terrible song about him. The thought painted a wry smile across her face, though it faded as he grabbed the arrow, and she nodded at his words. He was rather gentle in pulling it out, and Glory was glad she'd asked him; she would likely have either hurt her neck trying to bite at it, or gotten frustrated and just broken the visible parts off. She winced as the bolt came free, stumbling sideways half a step, feeling fresh blood trickling out of the wound. A few drops of Ammit's blood spilled, and Glory was more careful not to lose any.

She shifted into her human form, pulling the small glass bottle she'd brought out and smearing as much blood as she could into it. Her dragon paws were big enough that she'd gathered enough to fill the bottle completely and then some, deep red liquid dribbling down the sides of the glass. She corked the bottle tightly, put it back in her pocket, and shifted back into her dragon form. It seemed like everything hurt worse as a small bipedal creature, and they still had a fair bit of ground to cover.

She walked over toward the stream on less-than-silent talons, stumbling several times with exhaustion. She paused, listening -always listening- before lowering her head to drink. The water was chilling as it slid down her throat, and Glory was careful not to drink too much, to avoid water intoxication, since she couldn't really remember the last time she'd actually drank a healthy amount of water.

She raised her head, turning back to Leo. "Alright, got the blood, now we go save Flash. But you, are you okay? I'd rather not write a song about you dying an idiotic death that was totally avoidable. Or maybe I will write that just because I'm terrible that way," She said, finishing with a lame excuse of a grin. She stretched her injured shoulder slightly, groaning almost inaudibly at the pain as more blood welled up from the wound.