C9

The earth crumbled away due to the movements of the earthen drills until they smashed against metal and ground to a halt. The warriors then moved towards the wall and started pounding it with fists, one of the many fists pierced the wall and then it was pulled open, like ripping into clingfilm. They managed to create a dragon-kin sized hole and the group filed into the small room, one at a time.

Ymdall was one of the last to enter and winced at the discovery inside. Linked chains connected to bolts on the ceiling, and attached to wrists, bloody and raw, scales ripped and torn and bloody scars lined the body. Various weights restrained the body an act likely considered after her capture evident from the damage on the walls caused by an intense scuffle, she had probably killed more than a few captors, even in her debilitated state.

Quilon and a few men walked up to the chains and tore them off, barehanded, gently laying Medicus down. Quilon gestured Ymdall over but noticed that Ymdall had stopped dead in his tracks, pupils contracted into smalls dots, and his breathing laboured. Medicus was awake, eyes open, red and bloodshot staring straight at Ymdall with the vicious gaze of a beast. Quilon seeing Ymdall freeze put a reassuring hand on Medicus to try and calm her down.

Which was very effective considering her body relaxed and Ymdall was removed from the fetters of fear that bound him. Fearful and rightfully so, Ymdall, moved towards Medicus with slow pronounced steps, afraid to wake the dragon-kin out for human blood. Reaching her side, he took out the Medicinal ointment and potions he had acquired what felt like hours ago but was likely exaggerated from a weary and adrenaline high brain.

Treating Medicus caused Ymdall to tense up with each sigh, gasp and moan of discomfort. The memory of the dents on the walls, fueled by the smell of blood cast the image of being swatted away like a fly, splatted organs and blood grotesquely smushed like her prior victims.

Unperturbed by the bloodlust, an elderly dragon-kin finished up the treatment with a cure spell, likely a paladin of the nature god, considering the spawled Latin depicted across his body.

"Grandfather!"

Looking at the door, it would appear Caecus had appeared, almost unnoticed, if Gemma had not been waiting for his return, he might have been ignored, until he made his presence know of course.

"Chief Quilon, we need to leave, the enemy forces are being picked off like moths to the flame, and with our weakened state, we are unable to match the unknown force invading this facility. Removing the debuffs on at least one of us would increase our chances of survival, and I think it should be you, Chief."

Yanking one of his canine teeth out, Caecus moved towards Medicus and ground the tooth into powder, and fed it to her. An action rarely committed by dragon-kin considering they see the gesture as permanent, they can regrow and reform any part of their body, other than what they had offered, it is apparently a restriction with great power and meaning behind it.

Caecus then proceeded to lightly shake Medicus, and his expression only relaxed when her eyelids started to flutter, and her wounds began to heal, visible to the naked eye.

"Medicus. Medicus wake up!"

"Hmm?"

"I need you to remove the debuffs on Quilon, can you do that?"

"Hmm."

Still groggy, Medicus raised her hand and what sounded like gibberish spilt out of her mouth.