Hotspur 1 - Ituha, Stone Oak
Ituha receives the answer to her question, and while others may have flinched--most notable Van--she remained calm, and even managed a small, polite smile.
"Thank you, Kani." She replied as she noticed the ground approaching rather quickly. Taking a deep breath, she holds onto her seat and shuts her eyes tight. As they crashed into the ground and tumbled, she resisted every urge to scream in panic. Banging her head against the back of the craft, she almost blacked out if not for something piece of debris whizzing past her face and cutting her cheek keeping her consciously aware of the fact that one of their comrades had just perished painfully.
When the tumbling finally stopped, she remained in a daze for a few moments. Vaguely aware of the gun being pointed at someone, she recoiled into the back of her seat. Yet, the vampire had been unhindered and unaffected by the threat, seeming to show disdain for their dead compatriot just as Van had with the comment of his blood being of lesser quality. A frown reaches her soft face, and she feels warm droplets of liquid strike her hand. Reaching up to her face, she realized that it had been cut, and sighed as she unbuckled her safety belts.
She avoided looking directly at Carl's corpse as she walked over to Kazumasa. She noted that Dutch had complained about injuries, and Jace seemed to be limping: She would have to take care of them quickly before they moved on. Still, she knelt beside Kazumasa and rested her hand gently on his shoulder.
"Sorry about the breeze earlier... I meant to calm, not to make you panic for a moment." Her smile seemed to ignore the blood rolling down her cheek as Kazumasa would feel the aches and pains in his body, vanish.
"There." Standing slowly, she presses her hand to her cheek. In mere moments, the wound closed itself. Wiping the blood off her cheek with her sleeve, Ituha's smile seemed a little brighter with the blood gone.
"Let's try to get out of this alive. I would like to learn more about your mask, some time." She swivels her feet, turning and leaving the craft with ease as the wind itself seemed to help her climb out. Anyone looking at the time would notice the momentary figure of a wolf in the air.
Outside of the craft, she quickly moved to Dutch and grasped his hand lightly. With her smile still present, the aches and pains would leave his body too, though she said nothing. The wind followed her at her back as she moved next to Jace and grasped his shoulder.
"Please don't get hurt too badly out there, or this will really drain me." The bruises on his body left him as she lets go of his shoulder and looks at Bill. There was a little fear in her eyes: She wouldn't approach to heal him. He was... An estranged man. As was Van. Both were people that could hurt her without a single regret, and might do it just for fun from her point of view.
"We should... See if trouble is between us and the others, right?" Her tone held uncertainty: She was no military officer, after all.
Hotspur 2 - Calvin D. Walters
Calvin watched as Winters and Alcina had their little spat, and shook his head as Winters offered to buy him his glass of liquor. The look in Calvin's eyes implied a little disappointment, but before he could really speak to them, Zike informed them that they were coming in for their landing. He closes his eyes tight and grasps the edge of his seat.
"God watch us--" He is interrupted as the craft hits the ground, and his stomach nearly turns as he heard the wings get ripped off of the craft. When it finally comes to a sliding stop as it hits a dune nose-first, he exhales in relief. Unbuckling his safety belt, he hears Julia's orders and nods in confirmation. Before he can execute them however, Alcina once again spoke up.
Now, even he was starting to see her as a troublemaker.
Tapping her on the shoulder as she talks about her cat, he motions for her to look him in the eyes: The same disappointment he showed for Winters, he was showing for her.
"Look ma'am, 'fraid to admit it, but most of our ops are into the middle of shitfuck nowhere. Soldiers know how to handle the unknown, we're presented with it every time we head out... Snipers, machine gun nests, artillery strikes, anti-tank guns, landmines... I've seen more of my friends ripped to shreds 'fer they even knew what ungodly nightmare the Krauts unleashed on em'." He glances at Julia once more, then at Winters, and finally at Elizabeth.
"Yeah, she ain't a combat officer, but she's here for a reason. When you're part of a squad, you learn to trust your squad mates to do what they do best. Just as I trust that you sent your cat out because you trust it to return to you with information... You have to trust us to do our job. We'll cover you, and Lizzy will keep her head down. No reason to snap on each other... Considering that everyone in this craft is the only thing between you and a horrible, bullet-laden death... Ma'am."
With his little moralistic spiel out of the way, he steps out of the craft and looks back to Winters. Whispering, he points to the left side of a large dune.
"Watch for the glint of Jerry scopes. Don't want any snipers catching us unaware now... An', bout' that drink... I'll take you on that offer." Calvin grins as he punches Winters' shoulder lightly.
"Now lets move out." He heads to the west side of the sand dune. Halfway up, he drops to a prone position and crawls up the sand dune to its very edge, and pulls out a pair of binoculars. He peeks just over the edge, and starts surveying the landscape.