Raven's Watch Watch Them All, Fall.

Fury watched with cold eyes as the man limped out, soon collapsing to the ground and giving one hell of a portrayal that he needed help. 

The Warmaiden stared at him without mercy. 
She remembered nothing of healing from her past. All she knew now was battle and blood.

Maybe in another life she would've been a better individual. 

But not this life.

With a low hum, Fury prowled forward, sniffing over the man and his fresh wounds. 
He smelled faintly of the canyon, red dust she never truly forgot. 
Nostalgia flooded her briefly before she tucked it away. 

She could kill him, but with some thought, perhaps it would be best not to...
With a decided growl, Fury would seek to grab his scruff, and if he didn't fight her, she would make the effort to haul him to his feet, where she would offer to support him with a hefty shoulder.