Town Hall: Savage, Topher, Scarlet
Scarlet wasn't hurt, at least not nearly as badly as some of the others. Once she had realized that people were coming to save Honey and her and the others the slavers had taken, she had fought tooth and nail against her captors. One of her eyes was black and blue and swollen shut, there were a few bruises on her arms and legs and one nasty cut to her ribs. It didn't run very deep, but it was a long gash and she'd bled like a pig. At least that's what it had felt like.
Besides, it wasn't all that easy to fight with bound hands. The ties had given way eventually, they'd been frayed before, but still. But the real shock had come when she'd seen a ghost, coming to her rescue. She had called out his name - Marcus, his real name - convinced that she had been drugged and was hallucinating. But when she'd heard the shot, saw him get hit and still run to her, even though he was bleeding, she'd realized that he was no ghost or hallucination.
And that had pulled the ground away from beneath her feet. For three years, she'd believed him dead, had mourned him, lit a candle for him every year, on his birthday, on their anniversary, on the day of the blackout, when she'd assumed him getting killed. "Marcus.." she muttered, and the moment he touched her, things went black.
She came to when she heard the familiar voice bellow out his command, a familiar rumble of his chest against her ear. "Marcus...I'm okay. Just a little dizzy." she muttered, pressing her face against his neck. This felt amazing, it had been so long. But something felt wrong...and then she noticed the metallic scent of blood, and a lot of it, and remembered the shot. Her eyes flew open, even though it hurt her head and she still wasn't quite thinking straight. "Let me down. You were shot." Only then she realized Topher was there, too. Oh thank goodness! "Topher. Marcus was shot. Please, help him? I'll assist..." Not very likely, with her hands shaky from the adrenaline, but still.