Log; Gabe | Luci (linked)
As soon as he snapped his brother to where the Muttonheads were waiting, Gabriel slumped back against the cracked earth, he was completely exhausted, too weakened even to cover the deep wounds that were leaking blood and white hot light. Forcing himself to move, when all he wanted to do was lay there and rest, he shifted a little to assess the damage. Tearing a strip off his shirt, he tied it as best he could around the gash in his leg, rolling onto his side to avoid putting pressure on his ruined wing.