Pumpkin Fields [Tristan]

[Vice Ysal]

The end goal had began to show it self to the duo. The entrance to the terminal wasn't far off and just a few more minutes of hobbling and walking should do. "It's been a while since the last fight so I'm sure you're feeling a bit better now. If you've got any healing spells on you, even if it's unlikely, then you might as well use them now." The biker half informed half ordered the guy to check his existing repertoire of spells. The hobbling was beginning to be more of a nuance anyway and it had been the cause for him having to actually summon Arondight for a slash skill in order to take down a flock of those airborne abominations.

"We're almost at the Terminal so we should be a whole lot safer soon, relatively anyway."

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan listened to Vice's advice. He hadn't thought of it before, but he did have one spell. "Dia," he said as he felt a warm, restorative air wash over him. It didn't do much, but it helped with the limp. He was still in tremendous pain, however, and that didn't feel good. He looked to Vice.

"Maybe we should hurry up, cuz even with that i'll collapse if I'm hit by something big. I doubt you'd want to carry me again, so..." With that, Tristan continued to walk on towards civilization, keeping an eye out for anymore shadows around the area.

[Vice Ysal]

"Just focus on healing yourself for now. Get your limp to something you can walk with at least, and I'll handle the shadows."

Vice half suggested half rued the other male to do so as their goal was finally within viewing range. Just a bit more and all they'd have to worry about would be the less than spectacular shadows that would be milling around the terminal and it wouldn't be a challenge for an injured user like Tristan over there.

Along the way though, some of the ballsier shadows thought that they could get a pretty good snack on the injured user even with Vice still making sure that the attention was on him. Needless to say that pretty much any and all of them were more or less obliterated with Vice showing no amount of compassion for the monsters.

All Tristan had to do now was to keep walking...and to ignore the shadow guts being splattered everywhere.