W-H Event - Intruders

The exchange of gathered information and discussing their importance and meaning were highly interesting for some, and very boring for others. Part of the first group was the witch Nera Gullingham, part of the latter group was her familiar Ghost, a black cat with a white skeleton pattern on his fur. He had jumped off Nera's lap and taken residence on a window pace, rolled up and sleeping. The sun shone through the window and warming him in addition to the heater below him. He didn't look out for Nera, the worst thing that could happen to her was being involved in a conversation. A cloud blocked the sunshine and Ghost responded by twitching his ears.
Suddenly, the window exploded into myriads of sharp shards. The impact of whatever had hit it and the others hurled Ghost into the room, now filled with screams and shouts. He landed on his paws and looked around. Dark witches entered through the destroyed windows and every door. People went for cover or open fights, other tried to help the wounded. Several shards stuck in Ghost's skin, but he didn't care. Frantically, his green eyes searched the room for a single person - Nera!

The light witch was trying to take cover behind a turned up table, next to a hunter named Malcolm and another witch called Elenore. He was firing his machine gun at every dark witch in sight, occasionally ducking to evade a spell. Nera clenched her wand tightly, looking around to find a sign of Ghost, yet all she saw was blood. Several people were wounded already and she knew she had to help them. But at the same time, she found herself unable to move. Panic paralysed her. She was used to see blood, she was used to stressful situations. But she was not used to battles. The screams of the wounded, the shouts of the fighters, and the laughter of people on a killing spree rang in her ears, calling forth memories she wished she would not have. Malcolm shouted something at her, but his words didn't reach her. Suddenly, something pulled her downwards, onto the cool ground. The table exploded and someone laughed. Nera didn't see who that person was. Whoever it was holding her down, they prevented her from turning her head. So all she could see was part of the room and blood spreading over the ground. The screams she heard mixed with the scream she remembered, which was etched into her memory. Was the light really flickering or was she imagining that? Was there the smell of smoke...?
The pressure that had weighted her down was lifted, yet Nera didn't move. If she pretended to be dead, nobody would bother to check, would they? If she just continued to lay down without moving they would ignore her, wouldn't they?
Again, someone laughed and she could hear parts of a conversation.
"Oh, this one looks good. Barely damaged. I could do well with such a pretty corpse."
Nera's mind was racing. She had to get away! They had to get away! Someone, please help!
Something hissed and there was a scream. The black hind leg of a cat appeared in her view, with a skeletal pattern on it. Ghost!
Quickly, Nera rolled around so she was lying on her back, raising her wand. She was not good with combat magic, she focused much more on healing. Still, her wand emitted a bright flash. It was nothing too spectacular or dangerous, more like a weak gimmick. Yet it was enough to buy her time to get up on her feet and to ran away from the two witches, who were either too surprised to follow them or - Nera shivered at the thought - had found another victim. There was not exactly a place to run to. Dark witches fought light witches and hunters everywhere. Misguided spells and weapons flew through the air, often hitting the wall but sometimes causing more collateral damage.
Nera slowed down. There was no place to run to, so running was useless to begin with. Nera rushed over to a wall and leaned against it, closing her eyes.
"What are you doing?!", Ghost asked, looking around worriedly. Nera took some deep breaths, ignoring the mayhem surrounding her.

Breathe in... breathe out... breathe in... breathe out... That horrible day was a thing of the past. It was not happening again. Breathe in... breathe out... She had promised herself that nobody should suffer from a loss like this. Breathe in... breathe out... breathe in... breathe out... Not if she could prevent it. She could prevent it. She was a witch! Breathe in...

Nera's emerald green eyes flung open and once again, she looked around. But this time, she wasn't looking for hideouts and she was calm. Not far away, she saw two male witches fighting. One had with long blonde hair and he was battling a person with reddish hair. The light witch was loosing, left badly injured on the floor. He was not far away from her, so Nera hurried towards him. In the distance, she noticed Malcolm again.
"I need cover!", she shouted with a confidence that surprised even herself. He nodded and showed her a raised thumb to confirm that he understood. Carefully she checked the injured witch before turning him over, so he was lying on his back, his bloody head resting on her lap. But blood stains on her clothing were her least concern. She raised her wand and soft green light emerged from its tip. The hunter groaned.
"Don't move. I know it hurts, but it's important that you don't move", she whispered softly to him. He tried to look at her, but the blood was blinding him. Nera glanced at Ghost, who nodded and began talking to the witch.
"Her name is Nera. You can trust her, she'll patch you up in no time. What's your name?"
"I-Ivory..", the witch mumbled.
"Ivory, okay. Say, what do you for a living Ivory, if you don't mind me asking?"
Nera didn't interrupt Ghost or Ivory. It was important to make him stay conscious and to distract him from the wounds. Fortunately, Ghost was a good talker, much better than she was. While the two of them spoke, she mumbled an incantation.
"Don't have... one", Ivory mumbled.
"Oh, so you have a lot of free tiem then. How nice. What do you like to do?"
Nera guided her wand over Ivory's face. Slowly the blood retreated back into his body and the nasty wound he had received closed itself. Yet, a scar would remain, unless a more powerful healer took care of it.
"Library...", Ivory answered.
"Oh, Nera and I are there often, too!", Ghost exclaimed happily.
"What else do you like beside reading?"
"Cats."
Nera had to smile, but didn't interrupt her work. She closed every wound she found on his torso arms and chest while Ghost was eager to inform Ivory that he was in fact a cat and the very best one in existence as well. When she was done, she gently helped Ivory getting up and looked over to Malcolm. He was doing well from what she could see. he was waving with his rifle at her. Nera looked around and spotted a wounded guide nearby. She rushed over, covered by Malcolm.
It felt like an eternity until the dark witches finally retreated, leaving chaos, blood, wounds, fear, and death behind.