[The boy probably can't tell exactly how badly his father is wounded. Yuan firms up his grip on Kratos and says nothing of it, though Kratos hacking makes him hasty to move.]
[This is a measured abduction, not a retreat.]
[At Kratos:]
Don't be an idiot, I'm not going to drop you. If you bleed out before we get there I'll kill you myself.
[He looks down his nose at the Chosen's group for a moment or two, considering words; but there's too much risk of it coming off as divine writ, and Yuan doesn't need that headache too. In the end Yuan flicks the blood off his blade and takes off, cheating speed and air with how he knows the paths of mana in this world and specifically those between here and the Renegades' base.]
[This may have been an exceptionally stupid plan. Yuan can admit that to himself, at least.]
[He lands at the base and startles several other Renegades with a, Kratos and b, how much blood is everywhere. Yuan says nothing to them, only keeps moving, heading for medical. There are the multipurpose refreshers scattered throughout, but the ones in the actual medical wing are more robust and enable a person to actually be in them. Hardly comfortable magitechnology -- Yuan can vouch -- but if Kratos survives he may then complain about it all he likes. Yuan will roll his eyes.]
[Not if. When.]
[It's only when he has Kratos settled and the machine to work on repairing him that Yuan processes how much blood has sunk into the cloth beneath his armor. Hm. If he leaves to change Kratos will -- somehow -- be gone before Yuan gets back. He beckons the understandably confused attending medic over, and sends him for a change of clothes and a pair of handcuffs.]
[Not for the same person.]
[That handled, Yuan settles down to wait, one eye on his old friend.]
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[This is a measured abduction, not a retreat.]
[At Kratos:]
Don't be an idiot, I'm not going to drop you. If you bleed out before we get there I'll kill you myself.
[He looks down his nose at the Chosen's group for a moment or two, considering words; but there's too much risk of it coming off as divine writ, and Yuan doesn't need that headache too. In the end Yuan flicks the blood off his blade and takes off, cheating speed and air with how he knows the paths of mana in this world and specifically those between here and the Renegades' base.]
[This may have been an exceptionally stupid plan. Yuan can admit that to himself, at least.]
[He lands at the base and startles several other Renegades with a, Kratos and b, how much blood is everywhere. Yuan says nothing to them, only keeps moving, heading for medical. There are the multipurpose refreshers scattered throughout, but the ones in the actual medical wing are more robust and enable a person to actually be in them. Hardly comfortable magitechnology -- Yuan can vouch -- but if Kratos survives he may then complain about it all he likes. Yuan will roll his eyes.]
[Not if. When.]
[It's only when he has Kratos settled and the machine to work on repairing him that Yuan processes how much blood has sunk into the cloth beneath his armor. Hm. If he leaves to change Kratos will -- somehow -- be gone before Yuan gets back. He beckons the understandably confused attending medic over, and sends him for a change of clothes and a pair of handcuffs.]
[Not for the same person.]
[That handled, Yuan settles down to wait, one eye on his old friend.]