Shad
Human Grappler Fighter
AC: 16 HP: 11/13
PPer: 12 PInv: 9 PIst: 12
Conditions: --
Concentrating: --

At the relief station, Shad gratefully drinks a few ladlefuls of water, swishing the ice cold refreshment around and sighing contentedly. She smiles weakly at the woman running the station, gesturing toward her bandage, and finding herself somehow too tired to even attempt to flirt, not that she was any good at it anyway. "Could I get some help with this, maybe?" she says, and then begins wincing moments later when the ice cold hands of the nurse redress the wound.

As she leaves, feeling a little bit better, she tosses a quick and quiet, "Uh, I'm Shad by the way, okay thanks," a toward the rather attractive ice genasi, but feels her face flushing and decides to get back to the wall before she can embarrass herself further.

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The waiting was maddening... The sounds of the besiegement were terrifying, but they were distant, and even if there hadn't been a dread knowledge that eventually something horrible and violent would happen here, Shad could never keep still for too long anyway. She starts pacing back and forth as she waits, doing a little shadowboxing to keep herself focused on something other than the very real knowledge that tonight may very well be her last night alive.

And it must have been pure luck, because her incessant pacing brought her just far enough away from the first stray shot that she could easily dodge out of the way, her heart pounding in her ears at the explosive sound. The time between "INCOMING!!" and CRASH!! were frighteningly short, and it took a few minutes for her heartrate to subside to a more reasonable degree. Everyone near her was alive, but it had been close for Aupti, the other one who seemed to be as awkward as she was, and Connor, the closest thing to a friend she had in this city so far.

More waiting ensued, more maddening restlessness and attempts to ignore the very rational part of her screaming to run away and hide. And then the next stray shot...

It wasn't something from a nightmare this time...somehow it was something worse. Her face immediately drained as she forced down her gag reflex at the horrifying stench and the unimaginably gruesome sight. Choking out through the bile insistently trickling into her mouth, she says, "What, the ****?"