Scene #1182: Lets Do This Thing Called War

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Xau'ra Tayuun	Phase Rock has been under contested for a bit now and neither side seem to be giving up any time soon. Worse is that the Confederacy seems to be out for a resource grab, something Xau'ra wants to try to help keep them from doing. The dark furred Miqo'te moves over the terrain with swift speed and agility. His black boots sliding along the rocky surface as he flips off boulders and then reaching into his quiver, he unleashes several arrows at a few Fed grunts battling it out with some Union grunts. He impacts the ground and keeps running. He uses his bow to flip over another Fed, before bring his sword around at his hip to jam it into the Fed's shoulder. Not a killing blow, but one to keep the fed down. Xau'ra continues to move as he uses his dual wielding swords to whirlwind a group, flip back, and then unleash a round of arrows down the range. Speed was his friend, defense-- well-- that was another thing entirely.
Mantigora	Social hobnobbing with allies and associates was all well and good, but by the time morning came it was back to work. The date of the holiday truce was swiftly approaching and both sides were trying to dig in where they could where resources were concerned. To be able to continue their projects unaccousted for a few days was a commodity that came only once a year like this, so optimal capitalization on the fact was being pushed readily. That and Skuzzler was still holed up in his scrap pile with a hangover, so it was prime time for Mantigora to do something constructive without the fuzzy loudmouth tagging along. The Confederate patrollers were obvious enough to contend with. The Draken was not, prowling along their boundry lines in stealth, debating if she should attempt to punch a hole in the enemy's defensive position or wait for another oppritunity. A connundrumn that answers itself when arrows shower briefly, sending soldiers scattering for their defensive positions. Doesn't matter if you were traditional plate or high tech space armor, no one wants to have their career ended by an arrow to the knee... what? Wrong MMO meme? Do I look like I care? Swift, silent and deadly. Just like the predator she emulated, tracking the path of the inbound attacker... A Miqo'te, here? Well now, this suddenly got a lot more interesting... After he passed she jumped down behind him, fading into view as she tossed something down the path. Prongs dug into the ground as it landed just behind the beast-man, shooting out an energy grapple that, while non-damaging, would keep him from rushing farther into the defensive lines if it successfully snares him.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Miqo'te's are known in Eorzea and some areas of Hydaelyn for their grace, agility, and dexterity. Be they of the Seeker of the Suns or Keepers of the Moon. These feline humanoids show off that feline movement, even though it is perhaps the most cat likeness they have. After all, calling a Miqo'te a 'feline' is insulting and many arguments have broken out over if Miqo'tes are really related to cats or not. Though as Mantigora throws out her trap, Xau'ra's ear twitches in that direction. He can hear the energy surge and quickly back flips out of the way of the grapple at the last moment. His arrow trained on the Draken, as he holds the bow and arrow steady. "Well well, I was wondering when the /real/ trouble would show up." He says with a fanged grin. His tail swishing side to side. "But really, a grapple? Surely you have better tools then that." Xau'ra then back flips away before landing on the side of the rocky cliff, before springing off. As he does, so he fires the arrow at last. Hitting the ground with a roll, before getting another arrow ready and firing that one as well.
Mantigora	For the first few moments Mantigora is just standing there, crouched slightly but not moving save the idle side-to-side of her tail. But the way her eyes are narrowed it's clear she's watching the way this fellow moves. The arrow shot catchs her shoulder, or at least would of if it wasn't for the nanoweave of her reinforced longcoat preventing it from puncturing through directly. "Oh, you have no idea..." She clearly sounds... amused at this. Tensed muscles release like coiled springs, powerful legs sending her sprinting with a burst of speed and bounding up the rocks after him. As she leaps up the click-shink is audible as her battle clawblades extend from her arms, and the second arrow is sliced cleanly in half as she ascends. The final leap towards his perch comes at almost indistinguishable speed before she's landing right there with a kick aimed at his gut to send him toppling over again.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra grins as he first arrow hits, then frowns when the second one is cut. "Huh.." Then suddenly dragon lady coming it a high speed, "OHHITHERE!" He tries to get out of the way, but instead her boot lands right into his chest with an ouf, before he thrown back. He goes flipping over a rock and lands on the other-side with a dust cloud going up in the air. He then leaps back up to his feet and flips up onto of the rock. Then with a shove off, he goes right at her, with both of his swords out. Instead he lands with a roll to go by her, before then sliding his boot around to knock her over, before following in with a strike of his other boot to her lower rib area.
Mantigora	That smile? Yeah, it shows way too many sharp teeth to actually be pleasant despite the hinting tone of amusement in her voice. "I have been waiting for a chance to test the mettle of one of your kind." He's down, but recovers quickly. Good. An agile and elusive prey was much more of a challenge to chase down. "You best not disappoint." If he's expecting a lumbering reptillian he's already been proven quite wrong. Despite the appearance of their males resembling scaled gorillas they were anything but. Stalkers even less so. The rolling kick was pretty clearly telegraphed when he tumbles instead of slashes, giving Mantigora all the warning she needs to jump over it and avoid being knocked on her butt. The second kick has better success at connecting, though she's already shifted her footing to take it against her reinforced coat. There's a faint crackle in the air around her, and suddenly just being in the Draken's proximity is a bad notion as a surge of energy discharges from the nanotech integrated into her armor and body alike.
Xau'ra Tayuun	The energy surge impacts Xau'ra and knocks him back. He goes flying in the air but recovers as he lands feet first on the ground. His boots sliding back as his swords dig into the ground to slow himself down. The electrical current runs around his coat for a moment, but he looks up with a smirk. "Ok. So that is an impressive gadget." Xau'ra then shoves off and then comes back in. This time, he does a few quick steps and with each step comes a slash of his sword. As he swings the swords around he speaks, "So, who do I have the pleasure of battling this /fine/ afternoon." Then with a sliding step, he back flips away, before firing off several arrows and landing on a ledge that is rather narrow, but doing so with perfection as his tail flicks. "Cause I hate to just right down crazy dragon lady. That be very unfitting." Due to all his movements, a necklace of some kind has made itself known. The pendent shimmering slightly in the light.
Mantigora	Swing meets swing and blade strikes blade, sparks arcing from the strikes as Mantigora uses her clawblades to counter the flurry. Though not every blow is deflected and Xau manages to land a few good hits across her arms when she's forced to protect herself instead of parrying. Then she catchs one of the blades between a set of claws, thrusting down to push the weapon away and actually pull her foe a bit closer. If only so she can answer properly. "Mantigora Vertibraeker," yes the surname comes out sounding like verti-breaker, and the ferocity in her eyes certainly goes with the implication it carries. She pulls her blades away when he yanks free and vaults up the ledges again. "Bounty Huntress of the Dominion Empire." The response she gets is a flurry of arrows again forcing her to remain on the defensive still as they punch holes in the leather exterior of her armored longcoat. Nothing has gotten through entirely yet, but those tips are gonna leave their share of bruising come later. The clawblades of one arm retract, partially so they can be prepped for a different tactic by the nanotech internally. With the other hand she redirects some of that nano-construction into forming a circular serrated blade and throwing it after him, the internalized nanos making it spin like an actual sawblade with enough force that it can slice through things surprisingly well.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra watches as the blade comes in, he quickly goes to flip back and try to place his blades up against it. However all he does its partly deflect it away and the edge of it cuts across his armored jacket and chain-mail. Cutting slightly into the light furred skin and a bit of blood catches the tip of it. He winces with the hit and staggers a step to the side. He sneers his fanged canines at her, before moving in for the charge, his blades are crossed in the front as he comes running in. That is when he then leaps and flips in the air before bring down his swords in a cleaving motion, before moving as soon has his foot hits the ground, to slash both blades together in suit. "A bounty hunter huh? So does that mean there is a price on my head?" He almost purrs at that.
Mantigora	Standing still in a fight is one thing no sensible Stalker does, and it proves quite apt when Mantigora makes a half-jump back to avoid the downward slice of the swords. However the cat-man (if she knew how much that annoyed him she'd probably actually be calling him it) is not disappointed by his quick reflexes and the sudden spin and slash that follows catchs her across the midsection. "Don't flatter yourself." The Draken snarls as she staggers back a few more steps from the blow. "My contract covers hiring for protection and defense as well." There's a hint of blood, but before anything more can happen the nano-skin that layers over her actual flesh quickly fuses the wounds back together to starve off the bleeding and prevent nasty things like infections. "You're just in wrong place at the right time!" With that Mantigora lunges back towards him with a sweeping slash. But the move is only a feint, the real attack comes moments later when she twists to thrust the other set of blades at his side, with have been infused with a nano-viral injection that attacks the blood's ability to maintain energy and healing processes.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra has to jump back as Mantigora charges in. Her claws slash across his midsection, cutting the leather and chain-mail and biting into his skin. He grits his teeth as his boots slide back a bit, dust kicking up behind him. "What can I say.." The gem at the bottom of the pendant flickers softly. The wound should have been far worse, but something else-- was keeping it from being so. Either way, the male Miqo'te charges back in with a hard push off with his foot. He then goes to slide down between her legs, "I have an.." Then Xau'ra back flips and if he can get it right actually goes to hand stand himself on her broad shoulders with a grin on his face as he continues, "Ego!" If it all goes smoothly as it does in his head, he'll push himself off and go to slam the heel of his boot directly in her mid section for landing down. "By the by.. my name is Xau'ra Tayuun." His tail flicks. "Occupation is mine to know, hehe."
Mantigora	The acrobatics are probably the best weapon he has against her, as the swift and agile movements make it harder for the tactical augmentations to a Stalker's mind and body to calculate the flow of a fight. Not that Mantigora was not keeping up, but there's a noticable difference between strategizing ahead and adapting in response. "Hrk!" The kicking maneuver off the shoulder stand is enough to actually knock her over this time, though the Draken is just as quick to roll backwards and onto her feet again as her opponent as been. "Tch. Only bandits and traitors don't admit to their work." Boots kick off the ragged rock as she darts back towards her foe and twists into a strike with one set of blades in an almost backhand manner, the tactic aiming to hit more with the thicker top of the blades and send the target reeling backwards with the blow.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra smirks faintly. "You got it, sweet heart." He then brings both of his swords around to parry her blow, however the Draken is far stronger then the former bandit Miqo'te and her own momentum throws him off his feet and slams him into a rock face. The sheer force causes him to lose his swords and he nearly stumbles over onto his knee. He has to shake his head and that may give her another chance, another chance he quickly flips away from, allowing his boot to impact that same rock face and leap over her. He rolls on the ground, ignoring the fact he no longer has his swords and brings his bow back to bare, this time with three arrows drawn. "Bandit and Hunter." His ears flatten as his smiles a deadly smile. "..just where you hunt for profit, I hunt for survival and trust me," Those three arrows then fly, "There are worst things out there then you."
Mantigora	Reflexively Mantigora crosses her arms in front of her face to shield it, arrows finding their mark on her arms and body instead. Even with all the advanced alien technologing premuting her body, losing an eye or an ear would not be a pleasant experience. Though at his remarks on survival, she just laughs. It's a throaty, almost growling sounding thing. "You have no idea." It's hard to tell if she was being snarky, or actually agreeing with him. Maybe a bit of both, considering some of the weird and nasty shit she's seen even before the Multiverse stepped in. He's without his swords for the moment, and that's the oppritunity she moves in to capitalize on. The arrow stings are pushed aside by focus and adrenaline as she leaps closer and then goes into a savage spinning move with arms and blades extended, speed and intensity leaving arcs of energy in the wake of her twister of hurting.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra may be without his swords, but he is not without other defenses, such as those gloves he wears which are made of leather and metal, and the finger tips designed like claws with metal tips. Her first strike cuts him across the face, nicking the bottom of the 'mask'. He steps around, using his bow to block one attack, while then ducking under another. Xau'ra then shifts his weight around as he sacrifices his off arm to take the next hit, which cuts into his skin, but it allows him to duck around the next and then used those claw gloves to actually then catch the blade and parry counter it away. With the parry counter, he comes in to jab his bow into her midsection, then follow in with a claw gloved upward slash, before stepping around and then swiping a kick at the back of her knee before swinging the bow around like a club to slam her along side the head with a battle cry of a roar as he does so. Thankfully the bow is metal. Not thankfully, he is starting to grow tired and those cuts are starting to stack up.
Mantigora	It doesn't looke like much, but the intercepting counter resounds across the hillside as he manages to pull it off. It in itself, a move few manage to succeed at, is enough to throw Mantigora off with her own moment and leave it wide open for the follow-up with the bow to the gut and the uppercut with the claws. She does manage to block the swing at her head with one arm despite reeling back, but she's already off balance and the foot to the back of her knee is enough to send the huntress tumbling over. Dust and rock is thrown into the air as she skids backwards, and off the edge of the ledge. Well that's it, isn't it now? If only it were so easy. She does go over the ledge, but claws dig into the rock underneath and give Mantigora enough purchase to leverage a swing across the underside of the ledge and grab the opposite side. She doesn't even pause from flipping herself back up onto the rocks before moving, taking the oppritunity to strike at his backside in a downward slice with both sets of clawblades, that at the midpoint she pulls her arms apart turning it into a gouging rend in opposite directions.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra watches as Mantigora goes over the edge. Behind the mask those gold goes wide. He quickly goes to run to the edge, about the time that Mantigora is working her way around. It is only the sound of her making a landing that causes his ears to go straight up, including the edge of his tail. "..seven hells.." he manages to escape from his lips. He attempts to turn around quickly, but its to late. Her blades slashes across his backside, before he can even get his boot around. The claw strength was enough to rip into his backside, shredding the quiver and ripping his clothing from his backside leaving nasty gashes. The force however was the problem, as it caused him to stumble as he was trying to turn. His foot slipping off the edge, before suddenly going right off and where Mantigora was so fortunate to catch herself, Xau'ra was not. Instead the young male Miqo'te went right off the ledge, impacting one of the rock edges, bouncing his body before he at last impacted the ground with a hard thump. Dust for a moment hid what had happened to the Miqo'te, but once it starts to settle, it was easy to see the young man laying there on the ground. Not moving a muscle.
Mantigora	Mantigora walks up to the edge of the ledge and crouchs there, bracing herself with one hand as she looks down. When no return fire comes back she dares to lean a bit farther forward, eyes tracing the path of rock broken by the fall to where her opponent lays in the settling dust. "Huh. Not bad... But you really should watch that ego you mentioned." It's a little snarky, but it is a compliment in a sort of backhanded way. Which is normal for a Draken. It's when the thrill of the hunt and the rush of nano-augmented adrenaline starts to wear off that she starts to realize that, while she may of won, the beast-man really did manage to rough her up pretty thoroughly. "I should come down there and finish the job." Thoughtful, almost playful sounding pause. "But such intensity deserves a proper battle to succumb to, not such scuffling over resources... Even for a bandit." Translation being she's feeling too sore and tired to bother doing it. Though it was some amount of a proper compliment, too.
Quentyn Westwind	The call for help has gone out. Or, at least, something went down on the radio that didn't sound good for one of the Union's elites. On the Horizon, what starts as nothing more than a speck slowly yet quickly grows into a Union medical transport aircraft. It's sides are sliding doors, currently open, to allow quick loading and unloading of cusualties. Quentyn's half peeking out, holding his glasses in place, at the island they're quickly coming up on. "Almost there," the pilot intercomms to Quentyn and Noiela, who is probably aboard as well.
Noiela	This Noiela so addressed, is draped in dark clothes from head to foot in such a way that only her light timbre and stunted height suggests any conventional femininity. Slouched against the reinforced hull, hands hidden in sleeves. "Good. Time is vital...even if our Confederate foes have often taken the stance of...permitting us to live." First out the hatchway once their vehicle has landed, barely slowing to allow for her partner opportunity to catch up. Shadowed and oddly gracelessly on light feet dusted by the terrain, the coated figure rattles like an apothecary stall as they travel, faint coin gleam of concealed eyes from the setting sunlight. A brief pinching of her mouth occurs after barely a few yards, having caught a fleeting glimpse of a crouched shape up the steep and winding cliffside. "Do you..." Dismissing it in favour of locating their quarry, she presses on, shaking her head as if to dislodge the disquieting notion their enemy might still be present.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra lays there not moving. Lifeless. Mantigora may give him backhanded praises but they fall on deaf ears. For if one was to check his pulse, it may not even be beating. How could anyone survive a fall like that? At least not without broken ribs or worse. Yet as the Union members moved in a wind moved by him with a touch of cold air that came from the direction of the Northern Ocean loop. A voice whispering into Xau'ra ears. A voice only he can hear. For in his deathless sleep the charm that Inga has given him does not protect him and until Menphina chooses to release him, she will show him the truth of what is to come, even if it may take him time to put it together. As Mantigora may lurk and the two Union allies come ever closer a the white gem stone within the charm pendent flashes brightly, before it just flickers gently where it lays. It is within that glow, does Xau'ra take a breath again, huffing out air, before he starts to cough. Those clawed gloves scratching across the surface as he gasps for air once more, but the deep cuts along his backside and across his face, arms, and abs still bleed ever so slightly. He tries to push himself up, even as he coughs again. For his ears lay back and his tail limp along his side. Unaware that aid is almost there and his quarry still remains in the shadows.
Mantigora	The sound of approaching vehicle reachs those pointed ears and Mantigora raises her attention from Xau's prone form to look towards the island's coastline. Then back down at Xau. "It would seem someone cares enough to send you a ride home." Pause. "Or a funeral barge. Either would be acceptable." She's just watching the two approach. Prehaps studying them a bit. But she makes no move to come down from her perch and get in their way. One almost wonders if she didn't just stick around to make sure someone did come for him (or his body). But the Draken culture has some interesting ideals about death and defeated foes that differates from their otherwise savage and tribal-like nature. Not that she's saying anything one way or the other on the matter. The abrupt couhging does get her to glance back down again, perching at the ledge like some wingless gargoyle almost. "Oh, you are still alive. I was starting to wonder," she rumbles offhandedly.
Quentyn Westwind	"Yah," Quentyn agrees succintly with Noiela. But, the prospect of an enemy elite still being on site... the white mage looks anxious himself. When they step out, he raises a hand to shield his too-sensitive eyes from the setting sun. Quentyn instructs 2 Union EMTs to follow with a stretcher... because, you know, neither of theese 2 elites look like they're about to lift a person on their own and even if they can, it's not ideal. He hurries to catch up with the cloaked tactician, pulling out a radio from beneath his hoodie with one hand and the other trying to straighten glasses knocked askew. "Um..." he frowns at the radio and sticks it away again. Then Quentyn spots the flashes and-- "Let's check there!" as though it's not obvious. "Hey! Hey! Stop!" Quentyn hurried calls out to Xau'ra while breaking into a sprint, "Don't try to get up!" He stumbles to a halt near the Miqo'te, breathing quickly and murmuring something about making injuries worse. The white mage motions for the stretcher-bearing EMTs to hurry up. To Noiela, "I'll stop the bleeding first, um... do what you can about the other injuries?" Assuming the injured elite is cooperative-- Quentyn kneels near Xau'ra, giving the Miqo'te a quick squeeze of the shoulder, "Just hang in there for a minute, we'll get you up and out, OK?" Aether visibly gathering around him each time he casts a Cure spell-- each localized to treat the worst wounds and lacerations of the hunter's shredded skin. In all this commotion, he doesn't even notive Mantigora on the ledges above.
Noiela	Back arched in low strung tension, the girl attempts to sprint the last few steps dividing them from the limp Xau'ra, his sudden upheave into a spirited clawing back away from the brink startling her into a jittery backwards jump that knocks her hood clean away. Pale hair spools out, its pearly sheen matching her equally drained expression as she merely stares at his twitching tail for a moment. Snapping rapidly out of it, she straightens up with a furtive dip into her coat pocket to snag a live potion. Liquid sloshing, her spare fingers deftly pinch and twist the cork whilst glancing behind her at the EMTs struggling to catch up. "I...this potion is probably the most effective at expediting-at helping to hasten recovery." She grants in way of response to Quentyns address, gloved hand raised to stratch idly at the back of the other. Beneath the leather, the skin has begun to itch- coincidentally at the precise instant their overlooked enemy rumbles her commentary. Resisting with a frown any desire to rip the glove off and claw at the burning sensation fanning out to inflame her knuckles, Noiela approaches to stoop and tilts the bottle with its faintly luminious fluid in the Miq'otes direction. "Can you hold down fluids?" Her tone soft, tentative.
Xau'ra Tayuun	Xau'ra looks at Quentyn as he comes over, unaware as well of Mantigora's presence. The pendent he wears still flickers gently, even as Quentyn uses his cursing magic to try and close up the wounds. "Con.." He tries to speak, but only coughs again. He snarls in somewhat annoyance, before he goes to rest on his arm, with his other hand under him. The magic seems to very effective either by Quentyn's own abilities or the heavy aetheric energy within Xau'ra reacting to it in a positive fashion. It takes him a moment to at least get his breath enough to speak. "..Thanks..You shouldn't have risked yourselves for me..the Confederacy may be right on top of us soon enough.." He reaches up to the pendent and takes hold of it for a moment, as it does so, the glow of it seems to soften from the small gem. He then looks over to Noiela, though his eyes are hidden by the mask he wears. He gives a faint nod and takes the vial with the hand that once held the pendent, easily gulping it down, though he coughs a few times after. Xau'ra doesn't move for a moment, before he at last murmurs to himself gently, but the words are hard to make out. He then inhales deeply before he speaks normally again. "Just.. just help me to my feet.." He says softly. Then there was a momentary pause as he looks at the two, "..who are you two anyways.."
Mantigora	Mantigora snorts softly to herself. The Miqo'te had fought well enough to deserve a chance at a more suitable fate than bleeding to death over a quibble that will likely change hands again in a few days, and it looks like he would get it. Too sore herself to be a bother, she's mostly just watching, taking note of the means used to help Xau with his wounds. Both medical science and magic exist on Nexus (though there's constant arguement amongst scholars that the latter is just tapping forces not clearly understood by scientific theory yet) so it's a bit of a curiosity to see which is used in other areas of the greater universe. Confederate soldiers and workers have started to move about to set their defensive lines back up, but still keep a clear bearth of the Union mages. No one wants to get on a wizard's bad side for interrupting his work and get turned into a toad. Or worse. At the mention of lurking overhead she leans over the ledge again, just enough to be sceen briefly as she reachs for one of the smaller pockets within her jacket, pulls something out and flicks it over the edge. It whistles just past Quentyn and Noiela's heads to wedge in the side of a rock on the other side of them. It's not a weapon. Just a card. Abiet one made of something firm enough to jab a corner into a rock from being spun with the throw. On the one side is a logo like a horned skull, with the Dominion emblem ( http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140327232708/wildstaronline/images/b/bd/IconDominion.png ) imprinted on the brow. The other side simply reads 'Mantigora Vertibraeker -- Dominion Empire Bounty Huntress'. Bounty hunter needs to leave a proper calling card, after all. Though by the time anyone looks up the ledge the throw came from there's nothing to see but the retreating swish of the tails of her longcoat and her own spine tuffed tail as she turns and walks back into the shadows.
Quentyn Westwind	The first time Xau'ra tries to speak-- "Um, just take it easy right now, ok?" Quentyn keeps doing the casting thing-- Aether into a spell charge, and discharge in the form of Cure. Once the bleeding's done, he casts what Xau'ra might recognize as a variation of the Libra spell-- this one for diagnosing rather than finding weaknesses in a monster. "Cosmos damn," he murmurs. Quentyn flinches at card thing, looking back to where it embeds itself... then the looks over to Noiela... "Um... he's probably not wrong. We shouldn't stay... Um, he's stable enough to move I think, just..." He pauses just long enough to make sure they're not actually under attack. Help Xau'ra to his feet? "No," Quentyn answers firmly. If Xau'ra tries to rise, Quentyn will try to place a hand over him to stop him. Whatever happens, he motion for the two EMTs to get the injured Miqo'te on the stretcher and they'll start doing. Quentyn also pulls out his medical kit and, opening and unrolling the contents: Modern medicine meets traditional magic in the form of magitech. But all the white mage is interested in is a small syringe and a small phial of painkiller. He draws a small amount, and in place of an alcohol wipe casts a warm-feeling sterilizing spell just before injecting at the same place. Then packing up and rising to head back to the transport. All this, of course, counts on Xau'ra keeping his protests verbal. At last he introduces himself. "Quentyn, um... nice to meet you, sorry it had to be like this."
Noiela	Flinching in sync with her companion, Noiela takes a few steps back for the medical mage to assert himself, watching in mingled wonder and growing comprehension- an admittedly muddled one that raises her emphatically dark brows high as her widened gaze follows every motion attentively. Belatedly, it sinks in the question was in fact addressed to both of them, dazed respect overtaken by a strict pullback mentally to actually participating beyond staring their patient into health again. "The name is...Noiela." Angling her head, she tacks on a small comment, recipient Quentyn. "Your magic...you weave patterns when releasing it...I think I recognise now, the difference between your method and our world- your Job must teach you certain forms. Basic templates."
Xau'ra Tayuun	When Quentyn tells him 'No' firmly, Xau'ra attempts to do it on his own, only to have the man stop him. "I can walk.. really..." He does try to protest, but he also knows if this white mage is like the Conjurers of the Twelveswood-- he wont be able to really argue. Though he does give the magitech equipment and narrowed eye squint with his ears back and his tail bristling a bit. He doesn't seem to like the equipment, but he only gives the facial and physical expression of such. He doesn't really yank away or snarl out at the man. "Xau'ra Tayuun.. but I think.. that has been pretty established.." He says with a soft chuckle, trying to ignore the needle. He looks at Noiela, "And as you can see.. I'm quiet the male.." he gives a playful smirk in her direction. Though when the needle pricks his skin he glares in Quentyn's direction. His tail swishing in annoyance and still ever as bristled. One of the things Quentyn may have noticed when he cast his spell is that Xau'ra has no broken bones, maybe some internal bruising, but for someone who fell from where he did-- it was amazing his body was still in good shape. The depending on how good the spell is, he also may pick up that within the male miqo'te there is a high level of energy. Though due to differences of world, Quentyn may or may not recognize the energy itself as being that of aether. Magical lifeforce and the levels of it are through the roof with Xau'ra, all seeming to be focused from that very pendent he wears. Thnakfully when the stretch comes over, Xau'ra doesn't fight or fuss, he works with them and lets them put him on the stretcher to be carried out. He also keeps any comparisons from the White Mage's abilities compared to his own world, mostly to himself. It was probably better that way.
Quentyn Westwind	"Um..." Quentyn hesitates, then nods to Noiela, all the while keeping an eye on the two bearing Xau'ra back to the transport. "That's um, kind of right. Jobs sort of... they don't teach us, but limit the patterns we can learn. But the, um, specialization means we can learn much better and more powerful patterns... as our Job gets more powerful, so do our spells but um. We don't just learn new ones..." It's a common thing in the medical lines. Patients insisting they really are just fine and the caretakers assuring them that they're fine when they're declared fine. Quentyn's pretty firm in the area, even if the results of this diagnostic spell leave him looking a little oddly at the Miqo'te for a few moments. Once the EMTs have Xau'ra & stretcher secured in the transport, Quentyn climbs in after and, once all aboard, the pilot begins the trip back to Njorun. The white mage, meanwhile, will continue treating Xau'ra's wounds, moving on to more minor ones. "I guess this is what they mean by 'elites'... um, you'll need to recover for a little but you're going to be OK. Um. Full recovery." Between spellcasts, he asks Noiela, "...How does it work where you're from? Just um... you say the word and..?" Yes, he's probably thinking 'Thunder' right now.
Noiela	Noiela intercedes with a gentle touch of what is presumably reassurance on Xau'ras' shoulder, hastily retracting it with a telltale flush staining her pale face shell pink at his smirk. Her lips move, for a moment stalled in what she has to say until after the moment has long passed and then in a conspiritory mutter. "I...you have a lighter voice than some males..." A weak protest, easily brushed under the carpet to die an ignominous death and be listed henceforth as 'quips never to utilise ever again'. Although bearing curatives, the girl does not openly mark herself out as particularly magicial from bearing alone, save for what may be the sunlight, lighting up her eyes like shimmering gold to obscure her pupils in its glare. For any being attuned to mystic energies, one would have to actively follow the thread of query to sense the oddity in her rhythmn. A lifeforce in flux. When Quentyn probes for details, she lowers her gaze to where a yellow cured book hangs, secured at her hip by leather bindings. "I...we channel our power through specially prepared books. It...grants the form, like your technology?"
Quentyn Westwind	Eventually, Quentyn will more or less finish. As much as he can realistically do besides keep an eye on the rest of the Miqo'te's recovery, anyway. He rises to sit it on the transport's seats, letting out a long breath and slumping a little. But his eyes follow the tactician's own to her book. A faint nod. "Um... Arcanists use magic like that, I think. And um, thanks for helping..." Quentyn tilts his head in the direction of Xau'ra and gives a tired grin. Then he taps his a finger against the side of his chin for a few seconds. "I don't think I um, really thanked you for helping me with the qualifications either..." Another quick grin. "You did really well at leading the party, even though our world's only just, um, unified. Did you sell the rewards? They're worth a good chunk of gil." Good chunk by Quentyn's standards, anyway.