[attr="class","mouths1"]Several paces into his stride through the city, Corvou himself continuously allowed his attention to linger upon the screen and surfaces of his phone as he brushed his thumb across the touch sensitive glass secured upon it; scrolling through his applications and messages all the same as he ventured throughout the streets and sidewalks. There came a time, however, when he caught wind of a cease of movement from the corner of his eye as he reached the corner of an intersection all the same; something that prompted him to stop his own movement out of instinct, and to lift his head to gaze around. Much like how he had assumed based on the lack of environmental movement directly around him, several others alongside him took care to stop and cluster around the corner while waiting for the stoplights to trigger, and for sake of his own safety, he himself took care to follow suit- albeit towards the back of the crowd, for sake of not blocking those around him.

What with his almost freakishly taller and generally larger stature, of course.
Nothing like a six foot ten obstacle weighing in at about two hundred and eighty to two hundred and ninety pounds to block your way.
Good stuff, good stuff.

But in any case, that was why he took care to distance himself from the others; just until the crosswalk lights and signals shifted in favor of the pedestrians, at least. While those before him waited closer to the street, he himself took several paces backwards and closer to the sidelines. Still idling upon his phone, he browsed through a couple more messages before glancing up for sake of keeping track of the signal. It hadn’t changed from what he saw, but to pass the time, he took care to peer around quietly to take a gander upon his surroundings. Like anytime else, it seemed normal. Passerbys everywhere. People holding their own conversations.

...But then he glanced over towards his side.

It almost went overlooked, but before he turned away, he caught sight of...something. Overall, it was hard to see - what with it being in a somewhat further and more secluded portion of the alleys - but he caught a glimpse of what seemed to be someone approaching...whoever. ...Some sort of assault…? he thought to himself, narrowing his eyes faintly all the while. A small ways away, he heard the chirp of the crosswalk, as well as the sounds of the others beginning to walk across the street itself, though after some degree of debate, Corvou decided to slip away from the crowds and into the alleyway itself; gradually unhooking his bag and holding it within his hand by the strap as he trekked slowly and silently. Eventually, he came upon the corner from behind where he seemed to disappear behind; barely catching sight of his form, as well as how he seemed to be holding a gun towards whoever or whatever. Either way, the person in question was a mystery to him. He couldn’t see from the angle he was at.

But in any case, he narrowed his eyes while the man spoke and did his parts; watching as he lifted the gun and cocked it accordingly. Corvou, however, took care to put one of his own abilities to use all the while. He focused a certain degree of strength into his arm - the same one that held the bag and its contents up - and quite literally swung it over and over the person’s head.

Which...in itself, would’ve just normally hurt.
With his strength layered on top of his strength augmentation, though?

Yeah… Yeah, the guy was probably knocked out from the blow.

[attr="class","mouths1"]Now, it was safe to say that he wasn’t surprised with the result that he was given. After all; he’d done similar things time and time again over the past several years to know how a blow like that would turn out. Unless the guy was some sort of rock or steel typed gijinka with a good sturdy tucked under his belt - which, in itself, seemed unlikely unless he was some Alolan variation of the Geodude line, given that electric blonde hair of his - Corvou himself knew what the outcome would be. With enough times of knocking people back and forth for one reason or another during his own assassination requests and the like, he knew for a fact that he was already capable of throwing someone at least a week into the future with his common strength alone if he tried hard enough, and...well, again. Layering that strength augmentation onto it only served to be an insult to injury.

A major one, at that.

So, he watched the man crumble down within his earthbound descent literal seconds after striking him down with his messenger bag; jaded voids casting an intense, emerald hued glare upon his form for a small while before he inhaled deeply and exhaled outwards within a heavy, yet silent sigh. Within a degree of both relief and exasperation alike, the man’s tail coiled faintly by the tip as he slung the bag back over his shoulder by the strap. That’s right… Little bastard… he thought to himself, clicking his tongue. Following that remark, he quirked his lip within a disapproving degree of pensiveness before shaking his head and beginning to turn his head to face the person that he had more or less saved from events most unfortunate.

Yet...as soon as he had done so, he found himself freezing.
Those same, jaded eyes of his widened faintly; the same, draconian tail of his perking up and tensing slightly as a sharp jolt shook more than his heart down to the core.

As much as he both wanted and didn’t want it to be a dream despite the circumstances, there was no denying the voice. Nor...that look, no matter how beaten it appeared to be as of then. Nor the fashion, nor...the name that she used. The name that only a few within his life knew about by that point in time.

That was enough confirmation to know it was her, and that the realization of such within those short moments afterwards seemed to be enough to trigger another, stronger pulse within his chest that made him narrow his eyes.

”...Ishini--?” he began within a tone of clear disbelief, though was quick to stop himself within the moments that she moved her hand to cover her mouth. If the pain within his heart hadn’t been enough to cause a cringe to surface upon his expression, then it was the amount of pain that she seemed to find herself within that finally goaded it to become apparent. Upon recognizing her, there had been many thoughts circulating throughout his mind; some of inquiring natures, and some of panic. ...Some of bitterness, despite the scenario, as well. But even then, Corvou knew how bad the situation was. ...It was hard not to, what with all the blood and wounds strewn across the other’s form; all throughout her clothes and the like.

So, with a debating and stressed hiss under his breath, he decided. After a little while, he took a deep breath before taking a couple of quicker paces towards her; swiftly kneeling down while making a hastened attempt to examine her. In the process, he couldn’t help but catch sight of the makeshift pendant that she wore - the very ring that he had lent to her so long beforehand - and froze vaguely once more upon seeing it. It was more or less apparent, but after a subtle, absentminded murmur beneath his breath in foreign tongues, he gritted his teeth and cast a glance upwards to meet hers.

”I-... Mmn… I have...a lot to say, and ask, and-... ...Whatever. That much is obvious,” he murmured lowly; casting a subtle glare her way due to the seriousness of the scenario over anything else before turning his attention towards his sleeves. He began with the right one; tearing it from the shoulder before tearing it in such a manner to produce a sort of makeshift bandaging for the moment. He did so within a hastened manner before following suit with the left sleeve, and once his arms were bare, and the fabric readied, he took care to tear, wrap, and tie the remnants of his sleeves around as much of her form as he could while keeping his eyes away from hers for the moment for several reasons; anywhere between focus and...well, personal matters. ”I just-... As much as I’d like to know why you’re here out of all places - and other things that’re a bit more obvious - we-... We need to get you patched up and hooked up with some help.” He lifted his gaze to eye the ring that she indirectly wore once more for several moments within an absentminded manner as he tied and knotted some of the fabric over her wounds; reeling his phone out soon afterwards to begin dialing whatever emergency contact. ”Just...stay awake for now ‘til the help rolls around. Alright?”

[attr="class","mouths1"]”...Bite me, Shortstack.” The response was more or less immediate in regards to the initial response he had received; the tone itself being rather serious despite the fact that his instant retort involved some nickname that he had kept stored within the depths of his mind- and a nickname that he hadn’t quite realized he had used within those first moments. With his phone between his ear and the curve of his shoulder, he continuously worked upon covering whatever wounds he could with the remaining pieces of fabric that he had prepped, and - when they had all been used up - even went on to instinctively begin unravelling his beloved scarf from around his neck soon afterwards. By no means had he torn it even the slightest bit - what with it being one of his only remaining mementos of one of his siblings, and all - but he had taken care to scan her form for the wound with the heaviest blood flow before folding it over to produce layers within its own fabric and pressing it carefully yet firmly against the opening; hard enough to likely cause an initial degree of pain upon contact, though a force that was necessary to at least begin stopping the flow altogether. Once that had been done, he breathed deeply within another, stressed inhale as the ringer within his phone sounded only a couple of times before the responder picked up- and to that, he began to address and confirm the scenario within a matter of minutes before ending the call and slipping his phone back into his bag within a hastened manner.

Immediately after doing so, he took care to join the formerly occupied hand with the remaining one as it pressed his scarf against her; emerald hues continuously glaring upon it within a subtle focus before blinking and lifting the slightest bit in the beginning in accordance and response to her latter words. Though his mouth had been closed while he took the remark to mind, the fact that his teeth had clenched and gritted softly together in response could have been apparent by the manner in which his cheeks tensed and stiffened slightly. ”...I don’t have time to start on that. Neither of us do. It’ll just end up stressing us both out- and right now, that’s the last thing we need,” he murmured with a touch of stern deadpan; shaking his head slightly with another sigh. ”I just-... You had your chance back then. But...thinking on that right now of all times is just gonna make things worse. So just...save it for now. I’ll give you a piece of my mind about what you said just now a bit later, and you can do the same. ...But again, it just has to be later.”

[attr="class","mouths1"]The silence itself was-... ...Well, it was a lot of things within those few moments. Deafening. Unnerving. Discomforting, stressing… A lot of terms that - quite frankly - Corvou couldn’t quite identify fully, despite feeling all of them with such prominence and fury all the same within the wordless exchange that had overcome the two of them following his most recent remarks. True enough; he had sad as such out of bluntness and honesty. By that point in time, she had shifted his own trust enough to earn it, rather than the common, open compassion and good natures that she had experienced from him years within the past.

...But despite that, he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t at least the slightest bit guilty, as well as concerned.

For several moments more, he remained silent within an ongoing manner, though he eventually shut his eyes and breathed yet another sigh as he drew a hand upward and against his belt; grazing his fingers against one of the Pokeballs that were secured upon it before tapping the button binding it twice; once to expand the capsule, and another to release the creature dwelling within; a Drampa, particularly. Corvou glanced over at him from the corner of his eye for a moment before nodding towards the wounds. ”...Shenron. Ice Beam. ...Softly,” he said simply, eyeing the neighboring dragon. ”Just enough to freeze and cool down the bigger wounds that aren’t already covered.”

At first, the elder looking dragon gave his trainer a briefly quizzical glance; peering between him and the woman sitting before him - and seemingly recognizing her, even after all that time - though had been quick to follow up on the orders given to him all the same. So, with a touch of gentleness, the dragon got to work on tending to the wounds in his own way; lightly frosting some of the wounds over to stop the blood flow. All the while, Corvou watched for a little while before taking a brief pause for another breath before lifting his gaze to meet hers once more.

”...I know you were always a magnet for trouble, but...this is way worse than anything I’ve ever seen from you before.” Idle chit chat. Honest, of course, but...in spite of the earlier silence? He thought that he may as well strike up some form of conversation. Both to prevent another quietness, and to keep as much of her attention on him while waiting for the paramedics. ”...What the Hell have you even been doing…?”

[attr="class","mouths1"]“...Licking your wounds…” he repeated idly, soon after she had spoken; eyes of his vaguely narrowed as silence overruled his stature throughout the time that he had remained as such, though after a small amount of time, he found himself pulling away from his thoughts briefly as he felt a sudden, chilling sense of contact upon his hand; something that sent a subtle, soft shiver down his spine while he shifted his attention towards the aforementioned extremity. At once, he found himself peering down upon Shenron’s form; watching as he nudged his hand continuously with a chilled, frosty muzzle as a result of the Ice Beams that he had taken care to perform upon being commanded to do so. The man allowed the gestures in themselves to fully register, and not too long afterwards, he nodded in understanding before pulling both his hands and his scarf away from her form. With the cloth peeled away, the Drampa gave a soft huff in what appeared and sounded to be thanks and approval before getting to work on briefly freezing the wound that his trainer had been sealing over until those last several moments.

Meanwhile, the draconian gijinka himself watched his companion tend to the woman for a short while before narrowing his eyes a tad more; blinking softly before exhaling outwards within a gentle sigh of exasperation. ”Well...I guess that makes two of us,” he finally went on, his tone low and pensive at first. His gaze drifted over towards the opening of the alleyway - the same one that he noticed a few passerbies begin to stop by for sake of observing and gossipping, much to his chagrin - as he attempted to catch wind of any passing authorities prior to the paramedics, at the very least. Nothing. ”...I’ve been here for business, mainly, though. I moved here a year or two ago.” Towards the latter end of the statement, he took care to peer up at her from the corner of his eye. ”You remember the guys…? Bai, Tae, and everyone else…? We moved here for business partnerships. ...To help each other out while we build our new branches in Lyeant.”