Bestus and Violet
She awoke in a room, unsure of her exact location. Immediately she looked around in a blurry haze, trying to find Bestus.
"I'm right here," he said as he appeared by her side.
"What happened?" Violet asked with a quavering voice.
"You were injured quite badly. Luckily one of my associates, Venarkis, knew how to help. He stitched you up nice and kept blood in your system."
"Well, next time you talk to this 'Venarkis,' let him know I appreciate it." She grumbled.
Violet then attempted to stand and walk. She stumbled for a bit, and then regained her balance.
"I'm as good as new," she whispered sarcastically as she began to exit.
"Just where do you think you're going?" Bestus chuckled. "Already up for a fight I take it?"
"Yes." She replied as she sheathed her daggers.
"Good, because I know just the place."
They quickly made it to their destination, the smaller version of the Pure Seeker's headquarters. As soon as they arrived they formulated a plan, one in which was almost fool proof. All of a sudden, there was a rustling of leaves in nearby bush.
"Who's there?!" Violet growled, unsheathing her daggers.
"Shhh! It's me, Venarkis. I've come to help. I may not be as strong or fast as you two, but I'm good with a gun. Please let me help."
"You've got guts following us here. I like that. Sure, you may help. Just don't get in our way. Got it?" Bestus asked.
"Understood."