Genevieve/Juliette/Quenten/Divina
As Divina faltered, Genevieve placed an arm around her waist, trying to take the brunt of her weight off of Quenten. "I would say that was foolish," she said quietly, so that only Divina could hear, "but it was necessary. Thank you. Quenten," she continued, raising her voice, "could you please heal Divina before we move on? She is to your left." Once that had been finished, they moved forward.
It was a long trek, constantly stalled by chancing upon enemies. By the time they were in sight of the city proper, Genevieve was exhausted. Divina was once again at the forefront, keeping the majority of monsters at bay, while Genevieve continued to take up the rear, flinging whatever spell she felt was helpful. Her accuracy had waned, and her ability to cast had become shoddy, as well. It would have to do - it was less than a minute until they could reach safety and call upon a hover cab.
She had taken another step forward, but the toe of her shoe caught upon something and she lurched forward, going down. The fall was hard, but not unmanageable, and as she tried to stand up, she did not notice the crab that had gotten behind her until its pincers squeezed around her leg. She kicked it off and scrambled forward and into the way of a flying piece of debris, which connected with her midsection, sending her through the air and into a pile of barrels.
Her shoulder connected with the jagged edge of one and she cried out as pain, hot and sudden, enflamed her shoulder. She had to get up, though, and make her way back to the group. Her leg hurt and her shoulder was useless, her arm lying limp at her side. It hurt to breathe and she could feel blood trickling down her back and her cheek and her stomach felt warm and sticky.