Project Prometheus Ch. 42 - Teaser (Patreon)

“We can be of help with that as well, along with helping those who are wounded and cleaning up the mess that these damned Confeds left behind,” Matthias stated, earning a nod from his mother.

“What of our wounded? You said you could help them!” Cara mentioned, catching everyone’s attention.

“That, we can do right now. Korsa, take everyone who is hurt and get them aboard the Darkstrider. Handle it as you see fit, and save as many as you can,” he told her.

“For that, I’m going to need some help. All of your help, if I’m going to manage this. Jaesa and Delilah won’t be enough,” she told him.

“All right then. Ladies, you heard the doctor. Let’s get to work!” Alex commanded.

Without hesitation, they all moved along towards their ship, taking all the wounded with them. Leroy and Cara were still able to fight and help, along with those who could fight with them. Many of their own were wounded and they had lost at least a third of their tribe in the surprise attack. They moved with heavy hearts, hoping that this would help them in avenging those they lost.

“You expect us to work alongside these people? Ma’am, I know that this is a bad time for all of us, but this is utterly ridiculous,” one of the militiamen scoffed.

“Oh? You think it’s ridiculous? You think that fighting with those who want to see those Confederate scum suckers dead is a bad idea? Do you honestly think we can hold back the Confederacy on our own?” Jenque questioned the man, her anger with him apparent.

“We beat them back before, so we can do it again,” the man scoffed. Before anyone could say anything, one of the Children caught the man with a roundhouse kick to his face. The tribal who had done so was a strong and rawboned woman by the name of Zandra. She stood over the man as he shook himself back to his senses with a smirk on her face as she giggled at him.

“Think you got the balls to put me down, boy?” she challenged.

Enraged, the man hopped to his feet and charged, thinking to tackle the woman to the ground. Zandra just stood there, taking the hit, but she was not affected by it. She scoffed at the man’s effort, then slapped his head, causing him to yelp in pain as he broke away, standing as he did so.

Zandra then grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and flung him into a nearby wall, face first. Blood splattered the wall, as his nose broke from the impact of him being thrown. He groaned in pain as he stumbled back from the wall, clutching his ruined nose with blood soaking his hands. Zandra just laughed as she walked up to the man, taking his head in her hands.

“What are you…” he started to demand, flinging his hands out to ward her off.

“Fixing what I broke. Now hold still!” Zandra snapped, as she took his head in her hands. Gripping his face with her fingers and palms, Zandra used her thumbs to brace his crooked nose as she snapped it back into place. The man yelled in pain, but the bleeding had stopped and he felt better already.

“Still think you don’t need our help?” the woman asked him while giving him a look.

“I’d say the lady has made her point. Back with your team, Barnes,” Jenque giggled, thinking the whole ordeal funny.