Market 5} Owen, Zyd, Thresh, Snacks
Owen followed Thresh out and too the location. "Well it did say it was having a hard time typing, so maybe it was trying to get off quickly." They were moving pretty fast after all they wanted to meet it there and they had missed it so it was time.
Zyd was standing right outside the convenience store, and fortunately no one else was out on the streets. It was leaning against the glass wall, bag on the floor next to it, with... another troll. Another troll that was hanging off of its arm.
Delivering the ring wasn't too hard once it had gotten out, just a matter of leaving it at the designated drop point, but now what was it supposed to do? This much blood loss probably wasn't good anyway, and that blast of psionics was now manifesting itself as a splitting headache.

...and Snacks was still trying to let go with a locked jaw.
Owen was standing a bit behind Thresh when they found Zyd "oh crap," Owen said noticing the troll stuck to its arm. He didn't want to get any closer becuase he was nervous and didn't feel like getting his own arm munched.
"Yeah, tell me about it." The amount of blood on Snack's face, Zyd's arm, and the floor was somewhat concerning. "I go for a regular gig in the fuckin' carnival, and guess who's there. The ringleader, of all trolls, and some of her lackeys. Tried to blast this little guy away, but I guess they're stuck now--" Zyd cut itself off with another pained hiss. It swatted Snacks as they moved-- any motion just made everything way worse, causing pain to radiate all the way up Zyd's arm and into its shoulder. "But I got the job done. Some other guy was there, they prob'ly got him."
Snacks finally got themselves loose, and they fell off its arm and onto the sidewalk. They started looking around frantically, trying to find their way back to the carnival. Thresh hurried over to examine the bite and kick Snacks away, taking off the scarf he was wearing to wrap it around Zyd's arm. "Dude... do we need to go to the hospital??"
Owen quickly rushed over with Thresh, "oh dude that looks nasty I think we should," he watched Thresh careful to not get in the way. After all he really couldnt do anything.
"Do you think I know anything about getting my arm bitten off?" Zyd picked up its bag again with a grumbled thank you. "What am I gonna tell 'em, some troll came up and tried to take a chunk out of me? Somehow, I doubt that'll fly." It was about to stand up straight again to start walking, before realizing how dizzy it really was. So it slumped back against the glass-- it just needed a second, right? Yeah. Definitely. Its head was just absolutely killing it, and so was its arm, and in all honesty its legs weren't doing much better... but it just needed a second to rest. All that adrenaline was just wearing off, it'd be fine soon...
Its bag fell down again, preceding Zyd by just a couple seconds. It was out cold.

Owen grabbed it's bag and got behind Thresh "of course of course okay let's just go I got it " he was bracing Zyd on Threshes back so that it wouldn't fall down, and he was ready to run too. Owen was really nervous about this, Zyd looked really bad.
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