[IRP] The First of Many

[WyvernSlayer]

Satsume snatched the vial out of the air as Orica finished reprimanding him. That woman had some nerve. Wretched cur, Satsume thought as he wrenched the cork out with his teeth and sloshed some of the solution on his wounds. He gritted his teeth as the healing salve did its work - man, did that sting! He took a quick swig of the remainder of the contents and replaced the cork before setting the flask on the ground. Every ounce of his will seethed with contempt for Orica, and yet he could not find it in himself to take revenge on her. No... not yet. Just get out of this mess first, he thought. And let's maybe not go anywhere near the blonde one.

He picked up his throwing spear and did a quick scan of the battlefield. It looked like most of the attackers had moved past the gates, where they were being engaged by the town populace. Satsume decided that he wouldn't bother with them for now - there were plenty of able bodies from what he saw earlier in the schoolhouse, as well as Paige, who seemed to have a level head and a knack for giving orders. That left whichever poor sap was hurling meteors everywhere. Satsume looked over his shoulder and found him.

Glass. The same one from earlier. He didn't have a fake sword this time around, though - instead he held a magic tome. And with his attention seemingly focused on reducing the village behind Satsume to rubble, Satsume decided that this was his best chance. He picked himself upright and poised his body to throw.

"Catch!" he hollered, and with a couple short steps, Satsume lunged forward and let the javelin fly.