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[The image on the feed is shaky and improperly focused at first on the ground.]

I need help. Medical and otherwise.

[Keith’s voice is terse, strained. The camera moves fo focus on an injured Steak. His coat has been tattered to shreds by their attackers, blood pouring from his ever exposed abdomen, puncture wounds bitten into his sides. Though he’s currently breathing, applying pressure to one of the wounds in his side, he’s several shades paler than he’d like to be and his horns — and this is the most offensive part of all — have been slightly chipped at the tips.]

We were attacked by some weird tentacled creatures -- didn’t look like anything I’ve seen around this planet before. They were… [A beat, a sharp breath as he tries to gather his thoughts.] Sneaking around the temples. Working together. Intelligent. Didn’t want to be seen.

Someone else was there, too. He disappeared, looked like he was in bad shape. Anyone know where he is?

[The camera moves away from Steak, now focusing on Keith who has a fairly deep, bloody gash across his face.]

Are these things the Null? Or .. does anyone know what these creatures are? Seemed like they might’ve been using the stampede as cover to do some recon. Might’ve been able to mess with some emotions, hard to say.

[Steak clears his throat, straightening up as he does so. Most importantly:]

Their attacks are powerful, despite their size. [They’re certainly not as large as some of the Fallen Angels he’s come across at home] No one should fight them alone. [Or, perhaps, at all.]

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[Keith's watching all this somewhat carefully, trying to work out what all Law's capabel of here.]

Someone with magic's coming.

[A beat.]

But better stabilize him first.

[You know. Just in case. Keith: the paragon of optimism.]

( Well this is new. Steak can't help the flicker of his red eyes as they follow the man and his work, measuring him with the gaze of someone who is used to assessing potential in others — whether threat or ally.

But Steak? He appears as solid, as normal as anything else... if it wasn't for those horns. With muscle and blood and a heartbeat. And a strong flare of magic which seems to be tied to every part of his being, keeping him alive as it always has. )

I'm stable. ( HMPH. He's not in the best condition, but still. ) Work quickly, we don't have much time.

( He isn't sure what those things are up to, but lying around being healed is taking precious time away that they could use to protect the city. )

[blood and flesh he can fix, but that inner power, Law senses it and is very uncertain jut how much he can do without a magic user. At least there's a few things he can do - redirecting blood flow, speeding clotting, and so on. Steak won't die on his watch, but he's content putting a patch on this and leaving the rest to whoever else is on the way.

That done, he turns to Keith.]

He's right, it's as good as we can get out here. But there's something about him my ability won't work on. What about you, do I need to stitch you up?

[otherwise he'll be content shifting them all into a spot safe from rampaging animals, and then answering Keith's clearly-burning questions.]

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sorry about the late!

me too. ;;

OOPS sorry I missed this too. we're all good!