Genevieve/Juliette/Quenten/Divina
Juliette saw the Countess fall, saw the crab latch on to her, and surged forward. The crab's blood surged over her hand as she stabbed her dagger into its tongue. With a grunt, she pushed it away; it fell, twitched, then stilled, clearly dead or incapacitated.
Her eyes flew to the Countess, who was attempting to regain her footing a few steps away. Quenten was occupied with Divina - and why the warrior needed healing was a thought too disturbing to contemplate - so Juliette tried to muster her energy, to focus on her inner power, to channel it into a Cure. She felt the warming in her blood, felt the coalescing of the power at her finger tips, aimed... but before she could release, a wall of water slammed into her body, sending her sprawling. Her own spell fizzled out, uncast, as her head hit the cobbles. She saw stars, then for a brief and terrifying moment, nothing.
Her breath came back slowly, and everything ached. Her vision, when she dared open her eyes, was fuzzy. But she dragged herself to her feet, ignoring the twinging of her hip, stood. She could see the edge of the district now - there were others there, more fighters, what looked like peacekeepers. One more block. "Lean on me," she told the Countess through gritted teeth, ignoring the terrible pain when she breathed. they were almost out.
Together, they would make it to the edge of the district, and to safety.