Jungle Rescue FINALE [Complete]
WHO: Batman's Rescue Group and the captives
WHAT: The rescue party has finally arrived! But what will it take to free the captives and escape?
WHERE: The caves beneath the waterfall
WHEN: Day 27 (AKA the neverending day)
( It all came down to this. )
WHAT: The rescue party has finally arrived! But what will it take to free the captives and escape?
WHERE: The caves beneath the waterfall
WHEN: Day 27 (AKA the neverending day)
( It all came down to this. )
The captives. He did not recognize any of them, because he had yet to see them with his own eyes. All communication had been through the journals.
A part of him melted inside in relief. The trauma of dead bodies, of wolf-like creatures, of dark caves- all had paid off.
We have found you all at last, thank the Gods...
Kneeling, he rummaged through his satchel and drew out all the bottles and vials. He laid them out in a row upon the most even patch of ground he could find, safe from being knocked over by his comrades.
"I will be with you all shortly, please bare with me a minute." He spoke in a calm, unwavering voice to the captives. Taking Joyeuse from his hip, Larsa cupped the blade in his left palm and gently slid it cleanly upwards. Blood slowly inched its way down the glistening steel as Larsa set it aside beside him.
He picked up a simple potion, pressing it to his chest and coaxing it to warm up. For a while nothing happened, and the boy fretted inwardly and yet...Slowly but surely, it returned a feeble glow. Fighting the urge to laugh in delight, he set it down and picked up a Hi-Potion.
It glowed. The Elixir glowed too, and though it only lit up to half of its usual capacity, Larsa knew it would work, albeit a little slowly, but it would work. Of the blood, he tested a little on his new wound and it healed brilliantly. Skin knitted itself back together, and soon even the pale pink scar had faded.
"Captives, once the bars have been broken, please permit me inside to heal the very worst injured. I will hand around two bottles for those not so heavily injured- a sip or a smear of it across an injury will do." Larsa spoke, ever so glad he was helping, "but those of you with serious injuries need to be tended to personally."
He knew it was odd. It was creepy and suspicious no guards were here. But he would not waste time dallying- his comrades could take better care of defending them than he could. His job had finally come and he would make sure all were well before they began the journey home.
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