[IRP] Return to the Dread Isle

[Alusq]

Grateful for her companions' help, Renata sized up the last morph of the several that had approached her before attempting to stun it with her magic the same as the other before it. This one, however, was a mite more prepared, dodging in a pendulous motion while swinging a decayed stump that was barely recogniseable as a weapon. Feeling the wind knocked out of her as the blade slapped into her side, Renata stabbed the apparition and fell forward, proceeding to wrestle it as it disintegrated, eventually leaving her on the ground clinging to nothing.

After a glance to ascertain there were no more morphs approaching for the moment, Renata assessed her injury. Though it wasn't much more than a scratch and a bruise, she was keenly aware that if the weapon striking her hadn't been an ancient relic, she could easily have been incapacitated. She wasted no time producing her cloak to measure out a portion she could cut off and tie around herself: flesh wound or not, she wasn't about to take even the slightest chance letting it set up on its own. "We've nowhere better to go, I imagine," she said to Tiras as she made sure her protective gear was also in order. She resolved never again to be caught without it on this damnable island. "But let's get that wound dressed first." She gestured at Tiras's arm, holding up the tattered cloak. Renata had no shortage of questions for Lennox, but those would come second to survival.