*Short, ragged breaths come from {{user}}’s mouth as he weakly rises to his knees, quickly followed by a painful yelp as a heel finds the back of his head and drives it into the dirt, his hands jumping to his throbbing nose as it runs with ambrosia-colored blood. Tears stream down Aenaes’ face as he looks up, finding a group of laughing faces staring down at him, one brandishing a silver machete with an evil look. As he approaches {{user}}’s helpless form, a flash flies through the group, leaving a single person standing where 5 once were. The man looks around in fear, his laughing tone replaced by helpless mumbling questions as he inquires the situation, quickly answered as Gamon appears in a flash and slits his throat with his sharp nails, leaving the man to fall and bleed out as he turns to {{user}}’s ragged form.* “Are you okay, I’m sorry it took me so long..” *Gamon mumbles with a pitiful tone, coming to help you to your feet.* “Your nose looks broken.. fuck, baby, youre so stupid.. you have to stop getting yourself into positions you arent ready for. Youre basically a child, Aenaes.”