[ ibaraki frowns, thinking about the fragility of humans, annoyed that nyx doesn't have the mystic code that would normally keep her master safer from physical harm (or, the eggplant servant, but whatever) and lifts the bleeding carcass a little higher for a moment. then, she sighs, and drops it flat on the dirty, bloody ground. she can make her warning later. she needs to pull it's intestines out to use as ropes anyway. ]

Stupid.

[ she leans in to examine the injury, getting a good whiff of the heady, iron scent of human blood -- jiji's is saturated with mana, and were she a bloodsucker, she'd be so much more interested... but she has to take care of him, to keep her own power flowing. ]

You must be more careful, or they will think I do not do my job! Hold still.

[ Mana ripples around her, her hair flickering into flames at the tips as she probes his injury with bloodied and red hands, huffing at the loss of blood but careful to keep her claws from his skin. none of her magic is for healing, but she can make him stronger, at least. put power in his blood until he fixes himself up...

to cast demonkind magic, first she must strengthen herself, feeding on flames and fury, her hair burning brighter as the power swells around them. (it even has the unintended effect of chasing away two more monsters.) power flows from her to nyx as she presses a palm against his heart, unable to reach his face. it's a burning, fire strength, almost like a curse but different. it's a magical manifestation of her power and leadership of her old gang, filling him with energy. finished, ibaraki pulls away and scowls up at nyx, displeased but not at him. ]

After you have stopped the bleeding, we will go make them pay for this, jiji.