[FancyCyclops]

Grieving in a heated moment

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It happened on a day much like any other. The stall was being cleaned, the square was abuzz with hustle, bustle and questionable subjects,
when Tosseau, of the Black Swan, delivered some news. The parasite terrorists (from here on out are called Black Falcon) have returned.
Joined with a friend and a sort-of-rival, we set off towards the forest (after checking the fort).
The situation was, to put it lightly, a bit hectic. The Guard has been fighting a group of said terrorists. A boy (who turned out to be deeply infected) was passed out.
As it turns out, he was a vessel for parasites. My intuition told me two things; to run, which I did not or to light them up, which I ordered my allies to do.
I was a fool. Parasites burst from him! As expected, most were burnt in the flames, but among them were those that still slipped through, colored red and agitated by the flames! Forcibly distanced (thank Mercala) by a Knightess...

...I think I blacked out. I remember next, the hospital. Holy water (which I should inquire about its creation) was the cure for an ongoing infection.
However, curing is a bit unpleasant. I may have squandered it a bit, but I kept one bottle.
[strike]I don't think I was needed there.[/strike]
I must not forget that the guards are human.