Around the Abandoned Warehouse District; Friday, Later in the Day [12/17].

[special_rabbit]

Well, it was sad to see it, but the Squirrel Crumbler hadn't made it very far in the marshmallow snow at all once Amaya and Dwight headed out of the Forge. Clearly, she was going to need to do some marshmallow-related upgrades, but that was for another time, since she'd already put out the forge and bundled up against the elements to make the trek out to Dwight's shop to inspect the cases he was working on.

And you know? The marshmallow snow wasn't all that bad, once you got used to it. And as Amaya was looking around and sort of appreciating just how nice it looked and was about to say as much, something else instead rather caught her eye.

"Well, that's new," she remarked, in spotting that island that seemed to affix itself to the District, and then she frowned, suddenly uncertain. "Isn't it?"

[[ for that bullet magnet with her! Gee, whiz, I can't imagine anything that could possibly go wrong here! ]]

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[alwaysonguard]

It took a moment for Dwight's... well... everything to clear and he realized Amaya was crouched down beside him and they were now somehow huddled in one of the nearby alleyways.

"Amaya" he gasped as he turned to her. "Are you alright?"

He felt a wave of relief wash over him as she nodded in reply but he wouldn't let that cloud his mind for long. As he tired to push himself back to his feet, one hand instinctively going to his shoulder.

"Good. Glad you aren't hurt. Now get outta here!" he said trying to push her away like he really expected her to walk away from him. "You can't stay here Amaya. If anyone else gets trigger happy, you are just as likely to get shot as I am if you are anywhere near me!"

[special_rabbit]

"You big dumb lunk," said Amaya, who was now shaking her head in disbelief, although a part of her, really, had already prepared for exactly this kind of nonsense. "What's going to be the better solution here, huh? How about neither of us are anywhere near here, and we both don't get shot."

A pause.

"More. Come on," she said. and she did move away, but you'd better believe she'd made sure to get a hold on him first to pull him up with her. Which was no easy feat.

"If you want me outta here so bad," she stated, "then you better be ready to come with me, 'cause I'm not leaving otherwise."

Then, with a strained effort, she lited. "C'mon, blacksmith arms," she murmured, "don't fail me now!"

[alwaysonguard]

"Damn it you stubborn blacksmith...." ah yes very good insult there Dwight, the pain was obviously already getting to you. "I care about you and I don't want to be the reason you get hurt, or worse." Any other response was cut short as Amaya heaved him up, trying to get him to his feet.

She was right of course, it made no sense for them both to sit there in what was probably still the active war zone on the island now. And he knew she was actually stubborn enough to just sit there with him. Or stubborn enough to nearly kill herself trying to drag him to safety.

"Ok ok... let me get my balance" he said staggering to his feet as he put his uninjured arm around her to support himself. "It's just my shoulder. My feet work just fine..." he said as he stood up wobbling a bit as he took a few steps forward.

[special_rabbit]

"Debateable," Amaya murmured, as she took a hold of Dwight in attempts to steady that wobbling as she tried to keep him moving, to take advantage of their slowly-gaining momentum. "Let's just keep those feet working fine enough to get you to the clinic and have that shoulder looked at."