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Adela was one of the first to go through. She wanted to get out of the cold badly, and once she made it to the other side, she squatted. "Padre nuestro, que estas en el cielo," she murmured. It seemed she was praying to God - whether thanking Him for letting them survive or for the extra energy she had to help her friends, who knew. Once everyone got through, she looked at their various states of injuries.

Well. This sucks. This battle did not end well for them. Schraeder was completely worn out. Agent M had a boot print on his face. Agent A seemed to be fine, which was good news for her (it meant one person less to heal, but she'd still give him a check up). Joneleth's was a bloody mess. She held a hand to her stomach; she still had phantom pains of where she got stabbed by Helena. Dang. This was one of my favorite shirts the blade girl ripped. That's the last time I get distracted while fighting that girl. The only one who seemed to get off lightly was Fin, and that was probably because he was too fast for anyone to catch.

She sighed. "Alrighty, chicos. Lemme see if I can heal your wounds." She started with A, who had minor scratches. She smiled as he thanked her for the check up. Schraeder got the same check up since he didn't have very many injuries. Thank God the Irish guy isn't injured. I don't really have that much energy left. Then she went over to M and worked on the face - she wondered what happened to him to get that kind of mark. She left Jon for last because she knew that he'd be the most injured and therefore need the most of her power. He thankfully said nothing during the procedure.

Once she was done, she wiped her arm across her forehead. "You're healed. Go forth rejoicing." She had a bright smile on her face after helping all those she could. Hehe, I'm getting faster at healing! This is greaaaa-- She slumped over on the ground. "...ow." She'd overdone it, and she knew it. All I need is a bit of time, and I should be a-okay. Should be. Hopefully.

Fin moved to catch Adela as she fell, "Whoa, lass, are ye okay, now?" he asked as he helped her to her feet, "How was everybody's fight, by the way?" he asked off-handily.

"Aye, stop being a drama queen, laddie, the lass already looked you over, you're fine, you are." Finnegan told Schraeder, rolling his eyes.

"How about <********> you, Speedy Gonzalez?" Schraeder pushed off the wall, advanced a step, then his leg buckled beneath him. He forced himself to stand, breathing labored, and glare at the Irishman. His fists were clenched shakily and it was obvious that he could hardly stand, but he was not about to back down.

Finnegan waved Schraeder off, "How about you come back when you can stand, laddie?"

He nodded at Adela, "Aye, I'm plenty calm." he told her, "It's not worth my time fight one of our own, especially one getting steamed over nothing, that is."

Xu sat on a wooden crate in the back room, scanning in his surroundings.
"Where am I?" Kai thought to himself, though he hoped someone would answer nonetheless. The room was small, with not a single window. It was illuminated by tubes of fluorescent lighting, filling the room with an almost ominous blue hue. There was a door to one end of the room, which was locked.

Xu wrapped his arms around himself, as the room seemed to have gotten colder. Suddenly he heard sounds coming from the other side of the door. He prepared himself and stood up, for whoever put him into this place, were now back. Xu's hand unconsciously rubbed the outer flap of his bag.

Agent M, ignoring the fight, shook his head - he was still a little shocked at having seen Saieve control himself. He progressed to the door to Xu's room and flung it open.

"You the new guy?" he grunted.

He wondered briefly when he'd lost his submachine gun - probably when he got kicked in the balls by Jesse.

At least that had been more or less healed by the time Adela got to him.

Jon watched all of this transpire before him and simply shook his head.

"Thanks to my guardian." He said as Schraeder departed, not knowing if he heard as he left the group.

"Well, I suppose apologies are in order for myself. I have overestimated my capabilities and as a result nearly lost my life. In addition to that, I admit I have been more of an a** than most would approve and for that, I am deeply regretful. Know that from here on I will adhere to the commands given and rely more upon the rest of the group than attempting to shoulder everything myself."