Lan Fan: 14
Ling: 15
"Lan Fan... What are you planning?! LAN FAN?!" A groan caught in Lan Fan's throat as she forced the blade through her flesh, sawing through the muscle that connected her injured arm to the rest of her body. He ran into an alley and tried to lay her down on the ground as softly as possible.
He could hear her breathing, sharp and shallow, as she attempted to cut through the bone. Blood spurted from her mouth. She bit down harder on the soaked hood, slowly slicing the last of the limb from her body.
The dead flesh fell to the ground, blood flowing from her shoulder rapidly. Ling ripped off his shirt, binding it over the wound in a desperate attempt to stem the bleeding. "G-go... Leave me..."
"I'm not leaving you!" He knelt infront of her, wiping the blood from her face. "We need to distract the homunculus..."
She grunted, pulling the string from her hood.
After a few minutes, a trap was rigged. A stray dog, bony and starving, had followed the trail of blood, lapping at the liquid before tthe string tightened around its paws, and it was caught.
"Hurry..." Lan Fan grunted.
Following her plan, Ling cut one of the bandaged from his arm, using it to tie the arm to the dog's back before letting it go, watching it run out of the alley and back down the street. Blood from the arm left a nice trail behind the canine.