Owner	Pose
Kit Killovarras	It's no secret that the yeen disappears from the school late at night and apparently, this is where he winds up, Central Park, probably not the wisest place to go at night if you're a pretty young thing or a high end businessman, but when your craft is hunting people? Well... He's clad in his usual dark cloths, hood drawn up and black jeans, but he's not hiding his height, he doesn't need to in the darkness and when you're near the old Ramble Caves? It doesn't get much darker... Stranger still would be the muzzle he's wearing, a steel cage surrounding his maw, which if he were meant to use his teeth and claw in combat, would be a hindrance. There aren't lights near here, there aren't trails near here but tonight, apparently there are people. Several of them in fact and not a one of them looks too much like they belong.
Shannon	It was no secret that Kit disappeared from time to time, and the last couple times that this had happened, it had not ended very well for the yeen. This worried Shannon to no end, as she had few enough friends she felt close to that were more her own age. Kit was one of them. When he was on the move and heading for Central Park, she donned her black tactical catsuit--the one she saved for rare occasions when she was called to serve out in the field--black boots, black gloves, and pinned up her hair under a black knit cap. She also took care to black out her face with makeup, and made use of an image inducer to hide her wings. While she did take a full medkit with her, she also made certain she was armed, both for ranged and melee combat if necessary, with her bow and a quiver of arrows, and her collapsible bo staff, respectively.      Silently, she went out her dorm room window and took to the air, following Kit to wherever he was going. Her garb and lack of visible wings hid her well in the night to most beings, unless they had the hearing of a yeen.
Kit Killovarras	Either his hearing isn't great in that hood, or he's not focused on anything other than what lies ahead. When the first of the thugs notices him, there's a gruff, "Oy! Turn around'n leave, punk. Ya dunna belong 'ere!" which quickly gets the notice of a few others. When the yeen tips his head up to look at the man, there's a sudden startled scream as he sees the face of an animal, glowing eyes and teeth bared and immediately, the man levels what looks like a rifle at him. A gunshot rings out and a streak of violet energy can be seen in front of the hyena, the energy holding the bullet where it strikes the light before harmlessly dropping it. "My turn.." he says, swiping his other hand, sending waves of energy out that slice deep into the mans chest and face, sending him toppling back and to the ground, gripping his wounds in pain. There are about a dozen other men who have suddenly taken note and are scrambling to help their friend, all of them heavily armed.
Shannon	Great. Just great. Guns. Shannon swore under her breath in a way that would likely have gotten her a talking-to from some of her friends, if they were ever to hear her. Immediately, she spirals higher and higher into the air, already a speck of shadow in the night but becoming far less visible by the moment. It began to look as if she'd abandoned the scene, to leave her friend to fight things out himself.      Nothing could be further from the truth.      With little warning, there is a flash of shadow against the moon as she dives from the sky, a hint of invisible feathery wings snapping open to partially arrest her free-fall, and Shannon dive-bombs two of the attackers from behind. With any luck, her boots meet their posteriors--and their faces, hopefully, soon meet the ground.
Kit Killovarras	With two more men down and, given the circumstances out, since they hit face-first into the stone step-way, Kit's attention flicks to the sound of wings beating for only a split second. That split second is all it takes for a bullet to wiz right past his skull, causing his eyes to flash with that violet energy as the mans gun is yanked from his hands by an unseen force, turned on him and begins to bludgeon him of it's own accord! A few more of them take aim, prompting Kit to cross his arms as they dump a few clips worth of bullets at him, but the bullets simply ram into a quickly forming barrier of energy. Four down, eight to go and the yeen is already showing the telltale signs of tiring, but he isn't slowing yet at least. Shannon may have taken two of them out, but this gets the attention of one of them who whips around and tries for a pot-shot into the air with a shotgun loaded with buckshot. Easy enough to dodge at range, if she can put enough distance between herself and the shooter in time.
Shannon	The gunman firing buckshot into the air misses Shannon entirely, as her flying drop-kick maneuver puts her on the ground as well. She rolls forward and back up onto her feet--right behind him. There's a soft -click- as she straightens her right arm, a silvery tube shooting into her hand from a holster bound to her right forearm. With the touch of her thumb to the side of the device, it extends outwards on either side to form a metallic bo staff. She ducks low with the staff in hand, sweeping it along at the level of the gunman's kneecaps in a maneuver meant to disable him and topple him to the ground, while minimizing her profile as a target.      She grumbled softly, her head on a swivel as she took in the rest of the attackers, noting their position as well as Kit's. This could get out of hand very quickly....
Kit Killovarras	With two of the men needing to reload and their shot-gun wielding buddy swiftly dealt with, the only real threats are a man with a handgun who has yet to fire a single bullet and four others. The two reloading men spit out curses as they fumble with clips, not getting nearly enough time before a battery of energy blades slam into them, cutting one of their guns in half as well as slashing open his arm and shoulder.. The other one finds his legs cut to ribbons, hitting the ground with a scream. There is a split second where Kit glances to Shannon, giving a curious, "You followed me...?" as another gunshot rings out and again, a swipe of his paw leaves a trailing barrier of energy, but he was tired already and while it doesn't fully register in his head, there's a splash of blood near the yeen, spattering the stone wall to one side of him. It's nothing that would be fatal, more than likely a shoulder-shot with how his body jerks, but he HAS been hit.
Shannon	With little warning, the attacker with a handgun finds the metallic bo staff coming down hard across his wrists, in a bid to numb his forearms and get him to drop the gun. Shannon's voice is low, with a deadly quiet, steely quality to it that perhaps Kit might never have heard from her before. "I suggest you drop it, take your buddies, and run. We don't want any more trouble here tonight."      There's a brief lull in the action, with the healer in training stealing a glance at Kit, Her brows furrow with concern, but her attention is also partially on the goons remaining on their feet.      Do you feel lucky, punk? Well, do ya?
Kit Killovarras	The man with the handgun? Or who had the handgun? Yeah, he drops the dun when he's hit and when he's prompted, the man screams and takes off running. The other four though? All of them suddenly train on Shannon, practically point-blank. They aren't about to back down. A sudden pair of energy blades cut across two of the rifles though and the other two? Their clips drop out and their guns cycle, ejecting the bullets still in the chamber. That leaves two men with functioning weapons and two without, but four of them conscious. Kit's voice across the remaining men, a simple, "LEAVE!" but with all the volume and force of a roar! The men drop their weapons and take off after the man with a handgun shortly after. "Seven out of twelve.. Not bad." Kit says after a moment, panting quietly as he finally looks to Shannon and tilts his head, half smiling from under that muzzle of his. "Please tell me you have some morphine..."
Shannon	As soon as the remaining four attackers take off for fear of their lives, Shannon collapses her staff back down to its smallest size, replacing it in its holster strapped to her right forearm. "Come on, let's get out of sight, and let me check that shoulder out." It was clear the young woman was not going to brook any opposition, even as her hand upon Kit's uninjured arm is gentle in guiding him away from the scene.      As soon as the pair can find somewhere to sit down that has sufficient room for Shannon to work, she unslings the medkit from her back and settles it in her lap. While she is removing her tactical gloves in favor of medical latex-free ones, she murmurs softly, "Have you got enough energy left to make a little light for me to work by? It shouldn't take long for me to fix you up. And I promise, I will do it without taking on the injury, okay?"
Kit Killovarras	"Not my first time doing this," Kit says with a chuckle, not arguing but it does seem like he's amused by it. As he's moved away, a wave of a hand causes a cellphone from one of the still writing men to fly over near Kit, switching on and switching the flashlight on to illuminate the wound... There's a lot less bloods visible at first when the light hits it, but a close inspection would explain why: Kit's body has been preemptively wrapped in bandages, enough that it looks like it's acting both as padding and as a sort of compression wrap for his body. It's soaked up a lot of the blood that was shed, save for the original spray of it. At the mention of her not taking on the injury, he's going to give a little smile, murmuring, "If I start smelling your blood, I'm not letting you continue.." as a sort of warning. Normally, he would have no trouble letting her practice her abilities on him if it's needed, small cuts, bruises or what have you? Fine, but this is a bullet wound. Regardless of what he says though, he wont try and stop her from working on him.
Shannon	Shannon nods once, and smiles lightly. "You sound as protective as Mr. Proudstar," she offers by way of light conversation as she works. She begins by working some of the bandages nearest the shoulder free, as gently as she can, to get a better look at the area.      "Well, good news, the wound's a clean one. It should be pretty easy for me to fish the bullet out. I don't feel comfortable using morphine on you, but I can use a little lidocaine as a local to numb the area so this won't hurt you."      Once Kit's consent is given, she removes the proper supplies from the medkit, prepping the lidocaine injection and administering it quickly to the area. "Let me know when that numbs up and I can continue, okay?"
Kit Killovarras	Kit nods and gives a simple, "Do it." consent is a thing and it's quickly given. He knows he can yank the bullet out himself if he needed to, but it would likely cause more damage than it would if he lets Shannon deal with the injury, or at very least it would cause more pain. Shannon accuses him of being protective and he just gives a toothy little smile, reaching up with his good arm to pull off his muzzle as he murmurs, "Well, yeah. If it's a choice between us, I'd much rather be the one injured. I don't like the idea of my friends suffering because of me..." through a quiet chuckle. He's starting to get a little shaky, but that's likely because he's wounded and the adrenaline is starting to wear off.
Shannon	Shannon just smiles at that, very gently prodding at the bullet wound until touch no longer causes the yeen to flinch. The necesssary implements are removed from the medkit and she sets to work fishing the bullet out, with the very judicious use of some tweezers. Thankfully, it doesn't take her very long, the offending projectile pulled free within a few minutes. It gleams dully in the light, tinged a baleful shade of crimson from Kit's blood. The bullet's placed in a small bag, with a grim smile from the young healer in training. "I don't know if you keep souvenirs, but there's no way I'm leaving this on the scene." The bag is offered to Kit, and if or once accepted, the medical gloves are removed, stuffed into a pocket for disposal upon their return home.      Now it's Shannon's bare hands laid gently over the wounded area. Kit can hear her breathing start to even out, and her voice takes on a very faraway quality. "I should be alright from this. Just let me know if you feel anything, okay? There's usually some warmth in the affected area, and tingling like your foot's fallen asleep and is waking up. It's just me accelerating the healing of your own body." With that, she brings her healing gifts to bear, working to keep her calm and focus throughout the whole process. Silence reigns throughout, with her breath remaining calm and steady.      What IS lacking, however, is the scent of her own blood. Could it be that her work with Dr. McCoy has done more good than she's let on to her friends?
Kit Killovarras	Kit gives a little nod and lets Shannon work, taking the offered bullet-in-a-bag when it's offered. "Should make an interesting addition to the box.." he says with a little grin, then he watches her go to work on trying to heal him. Accelerating his own healing, hmm? Kit tilts his head a little at that, then? He'll lay his good paw over Shannons hands while she works, looking her in the eye for a moment before giving a devious grin. Energy crackles around his paw for a moment, then arcs of violet electricity jump up suddenly in thin tendrils from his wound to wrap around Shannon's arm, up nearly to her shoulder. Where her own power causes a bit of warmth, what comes from Kit's wound can only be explained as heat! It's not enough to burn, but it's enough to notice. When the energy stops flowing, when hands are removed, there's no sign of the wound, no sign even of the bullet hole in the fabric where the wound once was. "Well, apparently it worked.." Kit says with a little chuckle, then he starts to shake for a moment, head lolling forward a little before he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, shaking his head as he mutters, "Wow. That sucked.." through a quiet cough.
Shannon	It wasn't the first time that Shannon had used her gifts in tandem with others, and it likely wouldn't be the last. Still, it never ceased to amaze her just how much could be accomplished when two healers worked together. Though she smiles when she sees the state of the once-wounded area on Kit's shoulder, her smile fades in the next instant as he begins to shake, and pitch forward. She reaches out to catch him by the side of the muzzle, keeping his head upright and his airway clear. "Yeah it did. Has anything like that ever happened to you before?" She frowns deeply, biting her lower lip for a moment. "I really think we need to tell Dr. McCoy about this and have him check you over. Please?"
Kit Killovarras	While he was shaking, his eyes were distant, like he wasn't quite there. When he snaps back though, his ears sort of droop a little and he gives a little smile, "I'll be ok.." he says, looking Shannon strait in the eye as he does. Then he explains, "That's the first time anything like that's happened.. But it's not the first time using my magic has caused damage. It's actually why I wrap my body, normally it just starts pulling my skin apart, but it's done worse before too." He's explained that his magic can put his body under strain, but he's never fully explained how much damage it can actually do to him and no one, including the teachers, have actually seen the full extent of what damage it can do to him yet. The suggestion to let Dr. McCoy know though? He thinks on it for a moment, but only a moment before he nods slightly and sighs, "Yeah.. we probably should."