[WFRP2e] The Power of One - Part 2 - "Transire Benefaciendo"

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Taalia Giovanni

Taalia's eyes widened as Bella took the weapon and whipped around in an instant to blast it at the figure slowly moving towards her.

"Wai - !" is all Taalia got out before the Boom! echoed within the room and the cry of pain from the newcomer joined the heavy sound of his collapse.

This is why Taalia hadn't wanted Bella to come. She didn't doubt her spirit nor her value in other area's, but they were heading to a dangerous area of town in search of the hiding den for a criminal orgnisation. That was no place for someone with no experience in violent matters. Those who had not experienced the sheer shock that violence and fear generated were not prepared for how it would seize their actions and control their thoughts when they beheld it first-hand. To hear or read about a man being stabbed was one thing, but to watch the fight happen in person and witness that blade enter a body, it was another thing entirely.

But, frightened as it had been, perhaps Bella's reaction had been the right one. This was a swamp-reclaimed, decrepit part of town filled with brigands, miscreants, thieves and the occasional Skaven: shooting first and asking questions later seemed like sensible policy, within context of course.

When Taalia managed to scramble up over the railing and plant her feet on the floor, her eyes took in the situation and quickly pieced together what she believed had occurred.

This man, this clear mutant, lived here. He had heard their entrance and had come to investigate. Did he have malicious intentions? Maybe, maybe not, they'll never know. Perhaps he saw Bella and thought she was a thief helping a friend up into this upper level of a stone house with the intent to rob him, and he was going to react accordingly. Whatever the case, now he was helpless and whining out 'Forry!', clearly his version of 'Sorry!' in a pity-evoking display.

Reacting quickly, Taalia dashed to the mutanst side. His deformities did not bother her - she'd grew up around worse in the slave pits. From her backpack she withdrew a white, coiled bandage and a healing draught, as she applied pressure and wrapped the treated linen about the wounded area to stifle the bleeding. The shot pellets of the blunderbuss were small, their power coming from their number dispersed across an area. If the mutant had a few locked in his leg, it should be fine, long-term, Taalia thought, they'll likely get covered in scar-tissue. At worst he'll have a limp. They had not struck anything vital, otherwise the blood loss would be considerably larger.

Holding the healing draught up for him to take, Taalia made a drinking motion, her voice now soft and gentle.

"Drink, Singore, it will make you feel better!"