Beka's eyes fluttered open to see Monarch looking down at her and patting her face. She felt woozy from exerting most her energy into that screech, which deafened the Emperor. The Emperor had broken her arm and a few ribs, and there was something wet and warm and red dripping down her head. "M' fan," she mumbled, the words coming out incoherent. She tried again, feeling weak and dizzy. "Mmkay." Though that wasn't really true... She blacked out again.
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"No problem," Wicaydia panted to Groxinite. She sighed in relief when Monarch caught Beka. "Omigoodness," she said when she spot Wynter's arm. "Wait, I must call for help." She turned to Ignatios.
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Zomerrawyn? he screamed into the blank void of his mind. "What?" her voice answered telepathically.
Get Patrova. Now.
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The female bogsneak had just been gathering herbs when a voice shouted in her head, "Patrova!!"
What is it? she asked mildly. The spiral sounded urgent, but most of the time she over-exaggerated things.
"Ignatios is calling," the voice snapped, reading her thoughts, "It's important. He's really strung-up about it, and so is Wicaydia. Get to the Emperor NOW."
Oh my my, she thought, before speeding in the direction of fighting and confusion. When she got there, she headed towards Ignatios. "What's the matter?"
Ignatios gestured at Wynter before lying down and trying to call the Storm Seekers back.
"Now, what's the trouble, dear?" inquired Patrova to Wynter.