Joyau flew toward the smoke and fire, her medic kit and medicines in their case hung over her shoulder. She had hurriedly put on her green leather breeches, knee high boots and white linen shirt under her light leather breastplate. She was too focused on the mayhem unfolding in the streets, with citizens, and soldiers alike running around trying to find out what was going on, to be scared.
She had learned that her old friend Eyvind Redbeard was in charge. She was looking for him, specifically, since she had been sent to attach herself to his regiment as a medic on thr front.
She assumed that a medic tent had already been set up, if not, she was authorized to set one up at Darkblade fortress, and she knew that there would be strecher bearers, orderlies, also dispatched so she could concentrate on treating the soldier's wounds. [hope my assumptions are correct]. She might even have to attend to some in the field if they were bleeding to death, or too critical to move.
She continued to fly toward the lower side of town where the smoke and fire were billowing flying just above the heads of the crowds, sometimes dipping into doorways, looking back and forth to try to judge whether it was safe to proceed further.
As she got closer she heard a voice .
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"I want two ranks formed in front of the archers and the rest behind them, let the Green take the flanks and search the burning houses for survivors or hidden Ratta. No prisioners!"
"No prisioners!"
The chorus of the Black Shields shouted while they started marching.
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Joyau stopped midflight looking at the columns of black shields .
She thought it best to lag back and watch their backs, looking to see if any wounded men needed her attention.