[ Fushimi looks at Nyx for a second longer, and then nods, as if deciding that yeah, it seems like Nyx isn't going to pass out or die while standing. Fushimi looks surprisingly intact -- his clothes are a little dirty and worn, but it's clear that none of the blood that's splashed onto the fabric is his own. He has a sword that's properly sheathed at his side, but there's some tell-tale blood on the handle that's a bit of a giveaway.
Luckily, Fushimi's supplies aren't far -- he has a bag of them that he's been keeping nearby whatever location he chooses to fight at, because after that one time he got stabbed and couldn't find medical supplies for hours, he's tried to stay prepared. ]
They're a few hundred feet away. I can't heal you, but we can clean it out until you find someone who can.
[ With the bonus of not getting eaten while weakened, probably. Fushimi could run and get the supplies and come back, but that feels like a Bad Plan. ]
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Luckily, Fushimi's supplies aren't far -- he has a bag of them that he's been keeping nearby whatever location he chooses to fight at, because after that one time he got stabbed and couldn't find medical supplies for hours, he's tried to stay prepared. ]
They're a few hundred feet away. I can't heal you, but we can clean it out until you find someone who can.
[ With the bonus of not getting eaten while weakened, probably. Fushimi could run and get the supplies and come back, but that feels like a Bad Plan. ]