Anastri doubled over as she felt sharp pain rip through her leg. A small, black spear had lodged in her calf, sending her to the ground. Above her head she felt rather than heard Ash fling one of his enormous javelins across the room, prompting a scream that was cut short as Warren vaulted over the half-wall between them and their attackers, dagger flashing. A blinding moment of agony, and then there was a cool sensation around her leg and Ria was kneeling over her, holding the spear and pressing a compress to her leg.
"Hold on Anastri," she muttered. "It's not too bad." Her eyes flicked up to where two goblins had jumped over the wall and were engaging Ash and Warren, and her hand twitched toward her blade.
Anastri pulled herself up a little. "It's good. I'm good. Thanks, Ria. You should get to the battle." Ria needed nothing more before she was gone, bringing her quarterstaff down with a crack on a goblin's head.
Scooting a bit to the right to get a clear view, Anastri focused her sights on the goblin engaged in combat with Ash. It had a nasty wound on its head, but had still managed to score a hit across Ash's side. She moved forward, making sure to keep her back to the wall of the cavern until she was standing right behind him.
"Anastri, what-" Ash started to say as he caught sight of her, but she didn't answer. The goblin began to turn, and she lunged forward, wrapping her hands around his throat as she focused all her energy into pulling his life force out of his body. The pain in her leg disappeared as his eyes crossed and he collapsed, unconscious. She stepped back from his body, stumbling a little as she put pressure on the wounded limb, but otherwise unharmed. Behind her there was a twang as Salorien finished her improvised ballad describing the many unsavory things about the goblin cowering before her, and drove the point home by crushing his windpipe with her slightly-heeled boot.
Just like the last time, there was silence as they came out of the skirmish. As she unwrapped the poultice hastily applied by Ria, Anastri watched as the others came to terms with their conditions. The only others hurt were Ash and Solus. Ash had a deep cut across his side, but had already begun wrapping it to staunch the bleeding. Solus' wounds were harder to figure out - she was bruised and battered, but wasn't cut anywhere. Anastri limped over to where she was cradling her head.
"Solus?" The sorcerer whipped around, then winced at the pain in her head.
"What's going on with your head? You look banged up."
"I just..." she gestured at the half wall. "I tripped on that on my way to the goblins. Don't worry about it." Without waiting for an answer, she went to pick up the knife lodged in a goblin's shoulder, ending the conversation. Anastri frowned, and looked to the side to see Ria staring after Solus as well. She glanced up to meet Anastri's gaze.
"I caught that too," she mentioned in an undertone. "I don't think Solus could trip over something if she tried to. Besides, I was paying attention. Those injuries aren't from this fight." Giving a small half smile, she shouldered her quiver and moved past Anastri, leaving the half-elf suddenly feeling a lot less victorious.