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Feeling once more at the arrows sticking out of you then and noticing the same for Tyne, you pull him by the hand after you to find a place of temporary respite.
<span class="mu-r">"Bite down, this isn't ideal but I'm not leaving you like this."</span>
Having found a collapsed stable outside the wall to use as shelter amid the battle, you first yank the arrows out of your own body, your gleaming divine blood scorching the ground where it falls. It's easy enough to restore yourself, but helping Tyne will be more difficult. He tries to stop you and speak some nonsense about needing to push the arrows all the way through, but you simply tear them out of his back to his agony, and perform a healing effort on him. Impressively he keeps his composure through it all though, and by the time you've spoken the divine words over him and blessed him with a kiss, his wounds are all but healed. Better than your own in fact, but after about ten minutes to yourself (while he stands guard) your eye has regrown and the grievous wounds from the arrows no longer marring your beautiful body, just as it should be.
<span class="mu-b">"-no, no! What are you doing?"</span> Tyne grabs you by the arm before you can run off, himself exhausted after carrying you back injured and then your... admittedly rough healing effort. <span class="mu-b">"I am... not sure, what has become of you... but you must find safety, do not throw this miracle away!"</span>
<span class="mu-r">"You go find safety! I'm going to find the ones who shot me!"</span> you yell in anger, not for him but your wrathful voice again shakes the mortal man to his very soul, that he cannot maintain a grip of you as you break off into a run back towards the fighting.
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The tide of the battle is strange this day, for what should have been a one-sided raid on behalf of the attackers, an easy victory for the combined might of the northmen and the elves. Instead though, well it had been rather one-sided up to a certain point, but eventually the field starts to change and victory with it. Tough human warriors backed up by peerless elven archers, an effective strategy that had triumphed every time before, but in the heat of battle a strategy unable to change is a liability. And seemingly not a strategy fit for such an unexpected foe.
That of a singular unstoppable foe amid the chaos of the battle, wildly rushing from one target to the next. A god on the field, not a god of war, but a being beyond that of any mortal.
<span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">Where's a good khopesh when you need one?</span></span>
An approximation of just one thought, among many that race through your mind, in the frenzy of battle. If you had bothered to prepare things would certainly be different, but as it was you basically just ran at the nearest enemy with only the clothes on your back, and didn't stop from there.
