Lyon Heart and Thorny Rose

“Really?” You ask with a voice full of surprise and sudden worry, the used of the word ‘she’ sending your senses and survival instincts on high alert, “let me see her.”

Free takes a step back from the armored woman as you close in, your body coming down to a single knee as you inspect the armor plated person and the gaping hole in her side. Sure enough, just as Free had said the woman was still alive. While whatever had torn the hole in her armor had sure done a number on her it looked as though the bleeding had slowed to a slow dribble and by the sheer grace of the powers above she was still breathing, shallowly but still alive for all intents and purposes. With a soft grunt you gently roll the woman onto her back, her helmeted head offering now view of her face but your heroic and selfless instincts not even giving a second thought before you quickly tear the metal construct from her head.

With a flash of thick metal the helmet is gone and lying before you is the face of a beautiful woman, her hair a brilliant golden hue and her skin a lovely chocolate tone. For a moment you are a bit spell bound by the woman’s beauty but the scent of blood in the air draws you back to the present, your hands working quickly and without a moment’s pause as you remove whatever top portion of the armor that you can. Eventually, your efforts bare the woman’s torso to your eyes, a trim and curved body with rather bountiful breasts and clothed in a surprisingly tight fitting crimson jump suit.

Trying your best to ignore the eye candy presented before you, you quickly get to work, your hands reaching down to your waist and tearing off a fair length from your white undershirt. With a few quick twists and binds you construct a makeshift bandage, the slow trickle of the woman’s blood slowed to nothing seconds before you hook your arms below her knees and behind her back and lift her with a quiet grunt, “Alright, I think the blood is going to stop now but we should get her somewhere safe.”

Before either of your girls can say a word you danger sense rings a brilliant red alarm, your body dodging to the side as you knock Free to her feet seconds before the loud crack of a rifle fills the air, “Wh-What the hell! What was that!?”

With a swift roll and taking the very best care to not drop the precious cargo in your hold you turn towards the direction of the shot, a bright shock of red hair giving away the position of a person pointing a rather serious looking rifle in your direction, “Over there!”

Just as you are about to shunpo towards the person and knock them out Kyokotsu vanishes in a blur of movement, her body reappearing directly behind the redhead as she holds her own blade form beside the persons throat, “I would…suggest you stop…and stand…”

For a few moments the person seems frozen, their body quivering with fear beneath the massive blade held so effortlessly at her neck. The person only seems to calm when you shunpo to Kyokotsu’s side, the person being revealed as a woman as they gaze toward you with wide emerald eyes, “Y-You! P-Put Sarah down and b-back away!”

Blinking a few times you look at the wounded woman in your arms, “Her? You know her?”

The red headed woman nods quickly, her gaze traveling between you, Kyokotsu, and a newly arrived and heavily panting Free as she speaks, “Y-Yeah, that there is Brotherhood of Steel Sentinel Sarah Lyons! N-Now you put her down s-so I can get her treated!”

With a heavy sigh you shake your head, your gaze fixing on her with a deep and dark stare as you speak, “I don’t know who this Brotherhood of Steel is or what the whole shooting at us business was about but it’s always been my policy not to let an woman into danger whether she knows it or not so I’m going to have to say no.”

The woman gives you a sharp glare as her hand jostles her gun slightly, something that is more than enough for Kyokotsu to press her razor sharp blade close enough to draw just a tiny rivet of blood form the woman’s neck, “Drop the…weapon and…lead us to where…we can get…Lyon-san treatment.”

Looking from Kyokotsu’s hard glare to your own firm stare the woman lets off a sigh of frustration, setting her gun on the ground as she slowly begins to stand, “Fine…follow me and we’ll go see the doc…”