((Don't worry about it, was off in forced tanking so guildies could try out the changes until 3am, slept in until 12, then got to help my father as I'll be off to college soon. So yeah, no problem, I'm sorry. :P))
Head spinning, Chris's consciousness came back suddenly, sending him into a fit of coughing. The action almost forced him back to unconciousness, however, as the motion strained the ruptued muscles and flesh of his mangled neck. Even his chest was screaming with pain, which he realized was from several deep cuts after putting his hand on his chest. Tasting the magical blend of herbs common to a healing potion, Chris looked around, eager to find out what happened and who has saved him. As his eyes fell on Alex, however, his heart stopped.
Him. No, it can't be! Chris snarled as he lept to his feet, his memories of the fight back, and ready to defend himself. The sudden raction, however, sent a shockwave through Chris as his forgotten injuries bit back with force. He collapsed into a heap, darkness drawing around him again, threatening to send him back to unconsciousness.
Crap, I can't even defend myself like this. I'm completely at his mercy... Chris remained, crumbled in the sand, head between his arms, fighting unconciousness. Moments passed as such, where all he did was breathe, slowly, in, and out. Seeking to regain his inner balance, he concentrated on the sound of his breathing. In and out. In and out. Push and pull. In and out. Life and death. In and out. Rage and discipline. In and out. War and peace. In and out. Balance...
Now calmed, and no longer aggressive, Chris lowered his guard further, recognizing that if he wasn't dead yet, Alex was likely seriously wounded himself, or at least not willing to attack. Letting go of his mind and body, Chris tried to insert himself into the flow of nature. Slowly, he began to feel the natural energies as they surrounded him, encompassed him, reinvigorated him, lending the young druid the strength of nature. Using the natural energies, Chris tried his best to heal himself, repairing the worst of his wounds from the fight. While his skill in the restorative arts of nature was low, he managed to heal the worst of his wounds, keeping himself alive for the moment. Opening his eyes once again, Chris realized his body was bathed in a light green glow. Slowly getting up, he still felt his injuries, and they still pained him, but he was no longer completely crippled by them. Also, as he noticed, his bleeding had stopped. As the green glow started to fade, Chris began feeling weary once again, but at least the pain didn't return.
Turning back to Alex, Chris noticed the other worgen was looking intently at him. Giving the assassin a smile and small wave, Chris took a few unsteady steps, bracing himself in case he would collapse again. Managing to feep his balance and composure, Chris then turned his attention back to Alex, who was obviously in pain. Despite his overall feeling to just leave Alex there to die, or maybe even doing him the favor of ripping his throat out for a quick death, Chris moved to Alex's side, remembering back to the fight.
Chest cuts, ripped shoulder, broken ribs, maybe even internal rupturing and bleeding. Sigh, am I really going to do this? Chris shook his head at himself, as he in-tuned himself with the same natural flow he had shared with before. Finding it easier this time, he worked the same magic on Alex, healing the worst of his injuries, making him relatively stable again.
"There. Now we are even, Alexander James."
Jorn flew through the waters in the form of a sea lion, using his powerful muscles and tail to propel himself at a rapid pace. Yet, even when he reached where he believe Chris and Alex would have fallen, he found no trail of the two. He began there, spending countless moments swimming around, trying to find any hint of either of the two worgen. Eventually, his sensitive nose caught on to the scent of blood, the blood of a beast, yet by then it had become so dissipated there was no way to trace it.
BAH! It's likely the currents has shifted this blood from it's original place as well. At least this might mean the two made it out of the water and didn't drown, else their wounds would make locating them easy. If they are together though..... Oh Chris, damn you, hang in there! Jorn used all of his power to propel himself in a rapid ascent to the water's surface, breaking from the waves with enough speed to leap out of the water. Now in the air once more, Jorn took on the form of a brown hawk with tan markings, and began to fight the air currents to get above the crushing sea breeze. On his way up, he noticed the crimson dragon hawk he had found earlier, and made his way towards the beast and it's master, the huntress. As he approached, she noticed him, and brought the dragonhawk to a steady hover while Jorn caught up the the two. Jorn used a trick taught to him by his old elven teacher to use the natural energies to translate his words, allowing almost any natural being to understand their meaning.
"There is no signs of either of them. Likely they managed to make it to shore. We will have to begin our search on the local beaches. And we must hurry, there was blood in the water, not enough to show they were still there, but they had lost much of it."