Serilda sensed Mythal as he was approaching, his scent catching in the air only a moment after Victoria advised the other slayer was on the way. He came careening down beside her so fast that he tore track marks through the grass trying to stop himself. Lux appeared beside him, the two men looking on where Serilda was holding Beaux tightly and cradling him. The injured man recounted the events again as best he could for Mythal’s benefit, and all it did was serve to make Serilda angrier. Her body was trembling as she held the man, looking up at Mythal with a silent expression that warred between sorrow and absolute fury.
When Beaux asked what was going to happen, she let go of his hand to softly comb her fingers through the man’s hair. “We’re going to make sure you’re okay, first. You’re more important, and I need to make sure that you’re being taken care of before I do anything else.” The Voidwalker gulped for a moment before answering his second question, having to forcibly calm herself. She didn’t want to alarm Beaux or put him through any more stress than he was already experiencing by being exposed to the sight of her rage. The anger in her voice would still be evident -- nothing would hide it -- but the least she could do was continue to be calm for his sake. “But yes, we’re going to find her, and I promise you that she will face justice.”
What she really wanted to say was that she was going to hunt this woman and put her down like the rabid cur she was, but even Serilda knew that would be her anger talking and not her logic. Or perhaps it was Ozorith’s influence. The demon lord was surely radiating over the complete and total sense of wrath that was roiling in her soul at present.
The medical team arrived in a hurry. Relief flooded through Serilda as tried and true healers pumped their magic into the man, reaching deep into his body to stop the subdermal bleeding, fix broken bones, knit open wounds back together, and every other thing he needed. It wouldn’t have him back to one hundred percent right away. He would still have a period of recovery time. However, he wouldn’t have to worry about his life being in jeopardy and at least the pain would be almost completely gone, with little more than a dull ache to remind him of the ordeal.
As they worked on patching him up, she told him, “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to try something. I’ve never done it before but… I can use your blood to gain access to your memories of this event. It would help me know who we’re dealing with, and maybe I can find some sort of clue to help us with the investigation. It’s invasive to your privacy, so I won’t do it unless you’re okay with it, but it shouldn’t have any adverse effect on you. You won’t feel it or relive anything yourself…”
Serilda absolutely hated her blood magic. It felt dirty to her, and the thought of digging through something so personal and painful to Beaux made her feel like a horrible person, but she needed to know more. They needed something to help them find this woman, and this was the only sure thing she could think of to get solid facts.
Presuming he gave her permission to do so, Serilda would gently take some of his blood that had gotten on her and raised it to her lips. The crimson digits hovered there shakily for a moment as she steeled herself, clearly disliking what she was about to do. Setting her jaw in determination, she placed the fingers in her mouth and carefully consumed the plasma. It took a second or two for it to hit, but a wave of dizziness came over her and though her blue eyes were open they glazed over as though she couldn’t see anymore.
She didn’t have great control over the ability, struggling to find focus on the right memories. Serilda wound up accidentally shuffling through a couple others before she was able to latch onto what she was looking for. The images flashed in her head of the attack. Beaux had found this woman after she’d clearly killed someone else. This Sanguine was exactly how he had described: a woman with dragon like features, amber eyes, and hair as white as Serilda’s. The field marshal memorized every feature of the villain, setting it to memory so she could recognize her whenever they found her.
Sanguine’s behavior through the fight was… odd, to say the least. Studying her from a investigative standpoint, there appeared to be sporadic breaks in her actions and reactions. Maybe the woman had some sort of mental illness? She reacted to many of Beaux’s words and inquiries in ways that didn’t immediately speak to a woman that was versed in being a murderer, with a number of pauses or delays in her actions.
There were no words to describe the pain that Serilda felt in having to relive the event through Beaux’s eyes. Even though she couldn’t feel his pain through the memory, she was vividly witnessing each attack from his perspective. It made her all the more angry, and all the more heart broken. She didn’t want to see any of this, but she needed to. She had a duty to find this woman and bring Beaux peace. So, Serilda watch everything, even up until the foul bitch killed two more of her Knights and used their bones to stake Beaux to the wall. Even up until she kissed her victim and thanked him for helping her. The absolute gall!
By the time she was finished and the memories faded, there were tears running down her face. Serilda wiped them off gently. “There were two other knights,” she informed Mythal in a very carefully controlled voice. “This woman -- her name is Sanguine -- she killed them. I couldn’t see who they were, but those stakes in the wall… those are their bones. We need to find their bodies and figure out who they were.”