AC: Round 1 - Group 2

[Warpath]

Flint stared. It didn’t even occur to him what he was staring at until it was already inappropriate, so he went on staring. The redheaded wizard was alive, in a manner of speaking, and was currently traipsing about naked as a jaybird on a corpse – her corpse. And she was in miniature, but amidst the rest that seemed almost normal.

The brute thought he was coming to terms with this until she raised her arms out to him like a needy toddler and he said, “You’re alive.”

She gave him a look that said, “Duh?”

So he slid up onto his knees and reached out with his injured arm, and let the little monster sit herself down in the palm of his hand. She didn’t seem so much like a great and terrible wizard anymore. Now she seemed faultlessly alien and ethereal, dangerous but natural, inhuman but nobly beautiful. She was just the right size to be a fairy.

Realizing what she was inspired some form of awe, mainly derived from mystery. He didn’t know anything about fairies, and this was the first one he’d ever met. Wizards he understood, as much as a person can, but fairies? Flint began making mental notes, but the end result was that he didn’t need to treat her any different. If wizards were hazardous and bat shit insane, then so were fairies.

He bent down and picked up the unconscious ninja again with his good hand, hoisting the taller man up and draping him over his shoulder, and then he held Isylle up and began walking deeper into the jungle. The jaguar seemed a distant memory now.

“That,” he told her after a few minutes, “is a good trick.”