The Archers Mark (on hold)

Arrows and Aggression pt3

Stars pov.

I rushed in the tavern following Marcos long legged stride, dodging the looks that I received. "Hinds we need you now!" I shouted earning the looks from anyone who wasn't already staring at me.

I felt my hood still on my head (Surprisingly) considering all the running in the wind I've been doing. Good for me I guess.

I felt Hinds moving quickly from her bar and rushing over to me as I headed towards her back room where I was just treated last night. She moved out of the way as I pushed past the bar Marco leading. Hinds leaned back so much as I walked she accidentally knocked over someone's booze.

They didn't complain as I gave a half assed glance. And tilted my body through the small revolving door that was behind the bar and towards the room.

"What happened?!" Hinds asked one arm fumbling over the shelf's for a first aid kit. I looked at Jordan and pointed at Marco as the closet felt crowded. "Put her there." He nodded. And placed her down gently looking at her wounds as he stood up. I gave a half smiled and kneeled down grabbing her hand and inspecting her wounds, They weren't bloody anymore but still open and nasty looking. "I...Thought that it would be good idea to fight war beats." I stated as Marco looked down at the woman as well.

"Starla K. Domino!! What where ya thinking!" Hindsley yelled at me as I looked at Jordan, my eyes growing with tears.

Marco flinched at my name, moving out of the way as Hindsley grumbled and peeled off the fabric I had used and sighed. "She's not dead.(I said to myself) I know this but I was supposed to watch them, I take responsibility." I stated to myself quietly enough for no one to hear me. Then I sat down on my the backs of my knees "I thought fun, and easy. Until.."

"Until one of ya'r subordinates, gets torn open right?!" Hindsley spat out, pushing passed me. I looked down as I felt her force against me causing me to move away and lean in to the front of Marcos legs, "No... Yes...No." I stated trying to figure it out, she cut me off by talking to herself.

"This is gonna take a lot of stitching." She inspected it a bit then hummed. "It was worse, how did she heal?" Hindsley asked me not taking her eyes off of Jordan, as her one hand worked crazily and double time. Her movements where so fast if I wasn't trained it would look like she wasn't even moving.

I looked up at Marco who somehow thought it was ok to place his hand on my shoulder. I moved it and looked back at Hindsley.

"I healed her, well most of what I could my powers don't work as well on other people as they do myself-yoi." I looked back down, towards Jordan and saw flash backs of another time. When my family was in the same if not worse shape. It was funny but I almost brought me comfort to remember that.

Hindsley looked at Marco and flashed a smile, then looked at me and frowned. The way she was looking at me seemed like she was about to revert to our native langue we both grew up with but at very different times. Which would suck I had learned so many other accents and languages I wouldn't be able to handle it. She just rolled her eyes and went back to Jordan.

"Out of all the things I would expect you to do," She threw away a scrap of clothes as she pointed at an old grey bucket. 

"Hand me that bucket please?" Marco moved from me and grabbed a bucket, then she pointed to a fresh new bottle of gin that I had not gotten to last night and moved down with her finger "Pour it in there." Marco started to glancing at me. 

Just before he was done she yelled "Wait hand me the bottle." Marco did and then moved as she chugged back the last few drops. Then chunked the bottle at my head. I dodged. "That's a waste." I stated at the glass that still had some drops left scattered on the floor. She continued on her rant. Dipping a new piece of white linen in the alcohol.