Veil felt the pressure drop off almost immediately and it was like someone taking a huge weight off her chest. The Barbarians died noisily, and she found herself.. Grateful. And that was a disturbing thought. No it wasan't, she said to herself, slapping the self-recrimination down hastily. They were trying to kill her and they'd stopped - that's what she was grateful to this other person with the violent, strangely two-face ki for. He'd quite possibly saved her life. She let go of Black Mountain, and her blood pounded in her ears... But the two women she'd been trying to protect, the soldier and the strange pointy-eared woman, were perfectly alright. As a matter of fact, she realized dullly, the grass, the branches, pretty much everything she'd extended her aura to cover, eight feet in absolutely every direction, was perfectly alright. Like, perfect. Untouched. Not a blade of grace, an inch of bark, or a hair on anyone's head, and the soldier, Sasha, her lips drawing tight with discomfort, was watching her.
Not awe. Just a professional sort of... Comprehension. A bit of admiration, maybe, for the execution of a technique she understood the principles of. Sasha wasn't amazed - she was impressed, at most. Veil drew up her mask to get a better, more frank assessment of the woman's injuries, as nasty and bountiful as they were. She left the fighting to the others - the warriors who appeared, and this... Old man, who felt strangely familiar to her. As the fight raged... She engrossed herself in the act of mercy, in the semantics of healing magic. She focused her strength, steadied her shaking hands, and grabbed the sunlight as it came down in her head.
She wasn't sure why envisioning the sun helped with her healing powers, but she could not deny that it did. So warm, so giving, a source of all life and all warmth. How could it not help? It seemed so fundamental, when she understood it, that she could hardly imagine how on heaven or earth she'd managed it the way she'd tried to do it before then. Magic filled her, and golden light flooded her hands as she soothed the woman's pain. Sasha sighed as Clarity again poured into her psyche as Veil gave her full attention. IT didn't even let her suffer as... As hands probed deep wounds, as bones were pushed and prodded, pulled. All she felt was heat, uncomfortable and buzzing like a bad coffee buzz, but that was all. And she never stopped staring.
Her hands were first. She fixed that arm up... And gave her a candy bar that Sasha was disinterested in.
"Eat!" she commanded firmly, and on automatic Sasha set do doing that. At first, she was disinterested. Then she was ravenous, just like that, as sunlight filled her body and she was mended. Veil shut out everything after that. Everything. The firestorm was lost on her even as it whipped her hair. On a high of adrenaline, healing light flowed like a cascading river down a cliff, reinflating a lung, mending a spine, by degrees making pins and needles explode across Sasha's legs. Once you got right down to it... Most of Sasha was fine. The damage was severe... But they had been at least brutally precise, with weapons that were, while horrifically violent in the damage they did... Sharp. The nerves were hard to mend, so delicate... But they did mend.
Veil collapsed, panting, wheezing for breath, and Sasha sat up, whole. She looked... Bewildered, and touched over her legs, pinching one toe as if this was hardly tto be believed. Holy shit. She looked at the healer, the girl's red hair spilling out around her as she lay gasping for breath like a beached fish. Yep. That happened. She ached like a muscle that would soon be very sore, but she was whole and that was pretty cool. She said so, and still dying like a mouthbreather on her back, Veil patted her shoulder, missed the first time, and then patted her for real on the elbow.
Sasha got up, ignoring the Kai, ignoring the Guardian and their gratefulness, and got her rifle again. Veil caught her breath, and sat up, shaking. She was grimy from blood and gunk getting in her fur after mixing with dirt, she was regretting having fur at that moment, literally steaming, and she was being thanked by a friggin' god. She tried to say something cool, something smooth and wound up saying something like
"Holecurtanksheh!" as she had a shutdown of all higher brain functions. The literal guardian of the planet, and a literal god, were thanking the three of them - the red haired 'human-ish' guy, the Soldier who even now was ignoring the pair of them as she loaded what, with a grim look on her face, were her last bullets into both rifle and holdouts, then... Extricating her knife from a Kagzarn's eye socket with all the care and reverence one might have for removing it from a hock of ham. Ew. There was a kind of... Satisfaction to it that sickened Veil deeply in a way she had trouble articulating. So she didn't try, and just put them both, Sasha and MArkus, in the box marked 'Killers' in her headspace. Dangerous people who didn't value life too much, and weren't too bothered about dealing with people they thought of as enemies. In other words,not people she wanted to probably get to know too well. The little girl on the beach now carried a rifle that would probably blow her arm off if she tried to even pick it up.
Veil tried again at manners, tearing her gaze off Sasha's back, and met the Kai's eyes. She rose, bowed hastily to her, then without another word frankly assessed the odd-colored, pointy-eared goddess. No injuries. She nodded, bowed again on automatic, and then sped off on wings of sheer bloody terror that Sasha most certainly did not share. Because she was a grunt, not a religeous woman, Veil suspected, not knowing just how right she was. Even so, the soldier put her rifle on her shoulder, nodded to the Kai and said
"Hey Lady." she said, lighting a cigarette. She puffed, relishing the first of the rest of her life after her brush with death. "We are not safe. They will come back and we better make like an exorcist with a quota and get the devil out of here as quick as we can." she said, speaking with a bit of color, but also a serious level of frankness and I-don't-give-a-damn-ness in her voice.
Veil berated her mentally, Sasha's ears flicked, and she added
"Ma'am, I mean." she said, looking unashamed, expression and tone unchanging. She meant what she meant.