The sound of the explosion propelling a bullet from its barrel ricocheted all through the alleyway, bounding off the dirty concrete walls and striking shock in Elywen's very core. She spun around, eyes wide in shock, her breath caught in her throat. Who was shot? Who did the shooting?! Her eyes quickly darted to Victor's falling body, the cerulean orbs widening in horror. The blood that spurt foreword from his shoulder from where the bullet had lodged itself painted the concrete floor from where he stood, his body slamming into the ground. "MISTER!!!"

Why didn't he stay down!? Why did he have to show himself and provoke the policemen?! She found her legs frozen in her step while her mind screamed words of anger and grief. Her entire body suddenly became very aware of the damage that Victor had taken, the damage that she could take that very same damage. Her mind was split, she wanted to go to Victor, yet the fear of the bullets and of death frightened her. The bullets flying from En's own firearms didn't help the situation either.

"Get the f*** up nameless! Do you want to die in your sleep?! Get him up! Do something! Whack him, stab him! I don't care! Just get him up and get out of here!"

Elywen gave En one single glance. His words were all she needed to break the stalemate in her mind. Her legs broke into a jolt foreword, being fueled by a greater surge of adrenaline this time. She darted over to Victor and fell to her knees. Her one free hand shook Victor violently, knowing full well that En couldn't possibly hold back the policemen.

"Mister... Mister, please get up!!" Her words were hissed through clenched teeth, and tears would have fallen from her eyes if not for the danger her life was in. Her eyes turned to his face, twisted with agony, sending waves of sympathy and pain through her. He still had not reacted to her words. She grasped his arm in one hand, hoisting him up as she scooted around to sling his arm over her shoulder. Without another thought, her other hand released her precious instrument and grasped Victor's other arm gently.

The female staggered to her feet, feeling the weight of a full grown, unconscious man leaning upon her frail form, still famished from days without an adequate food source. The warmth of his blood seeping onto the clothes on her back only furthered her misery. She looked down at her instrument and cautiously stepped around it, sweat trickling down her face.

The single government agent left had taken shelter behind another fruit stand. The brittle wood proved little protection, puncturing several holes through. His words carried through the air, a voice calling for reinforcements.

Elywen staggered over to En as fast as she could. It was purely adrenaline that gave her the strength to carry Victor, and even so, she looked ready to collapse any second. Her eyes turned to En in fright. "I....I can't carry him by myself..."