The man from before smirked at a now-poisoned duo of half-demon and deserter.  Evan doubled over from the pain as well.  His act of mercy caused this.  It was all he could do do to stop himself from laughing.  The nearby soldier finally gave out, his chance to snag a soul.  The soul would come in handy.  "You.. You like to think... you are strong.  Do you not?"  His eyes lost focus and he fell to his hands and knees.

The soldier walked closer to the now-shirtless church man.  He whispered in the weakened half-demon's ear, "The name is Clive Satyr.  You make sure to scream it while you're begging for forgiveness."  His foot landed square in the middle of Evan's gut, his spit fell on the back of his weakened prisoner's neck.
He backed off after a signal from a higher-up, only shackling the two instead of doing as he planned.  "That was for my friend, you goddamn hellspawn," he growled and glanced at the chunk of ice and the man who bled out.  "You're lucky I don't kill you right here."

Evander said, "Those who destroy... want to be destroyed.  She was right.  I should have killed you."  Clive scoffed at the notion and walked away as other men grabbed the two and stuffed them into a wagon.

"It was my fault."  Evander whispered in the same tongue he used to summon the power of Saoya before.  He was in no way going to stop fighting, even wounded and poisoned.  He only sustained one shot, his acquaintance three.  The poison flowed a bit more slowly, but it was surely taking an effect; All he wanted to do was lay down.
The wagon  didn't move at all after a while.  Two vials rolled in from the front.  The door out was left wide open.  Poisoned, arrows all about, shackled... Evander knew Raine definitely couldn't make it out there and, to be honest, neither could he.

Inside the two vials was a clear liquid.  The door closed and locked just as soon as the drivers- who were simply making a pit stop- realized it was even open.  For that, a voice belonging to the coward chewed them out extensively.  He was the one who caught them; he had to make sure they stayed caught.

"You nitwits can't even keep a door closed!  What if they had escaped!?" Clive yelled, followed by the soldiers' frantic apologies.  He mumbled about how he had to do everything and sat in the back, where he could keep his eye on them.  The coward walked closer to the two vials, picked them up and sat back near the door. He looked out of a slot in the front.  They were nearing camp.

They reached the camp.  Two men dragged the duo into a tent close to a fire pit.  Clive could only watch as arrows were pulled and wounds were cauterized.  That was bound to cause some screaming.  He stood near Raine and nudged her with his foot.  He sang, "Open your mouth wide, now.  I have something for you."  He opened a vial with a small POP.  "I really hope I don't have to do this the hard way."

Clive smiled.  It wasn't quite a smirk.  In fact, it looked like he had an intense feeling of joy all throughout his body.  "All right, if you don't want the antidote..."  He stuffed the vial in Evander's mouth instead, before the church man could do anything about it.  The strong, bitter taste was a delight to that strange palette and Evan's senses slowly returned to him.
The cowardly bastard popped open the second one and plugged Raine's nose.  If she was going to make him do it the hard way, so be it.  All he had to do was wait until she opened her mouth to breathe.

Clive doubled over in pain; if anyone ever liked him enough to do him, he would never have kids.  The liquid- which the lady apparently didn't need- spilled over.  Anyone else would have been upset; the stuff was rare and expensive.  After the pain subsided, he stood just out of kicking distance with his huge grin and said, "You know what?  I think I'll take you up on that.  Later, though.  I'm on guard duty."  Guess who he was guarding.  Guess who was supposed to share the responsibility with him, but couldn't because they were dead.

Evander found the strength to sit up after a short while, his eyes still getting used to working.  From the shot and the cut, his arm throbbed relentlessly.  He whispered in the strange tongue again.

Pussy?  Please, Clive had been called worse.  One would have to go so much further to hurt his feelings or even get him on the defensive.  Not even the 'you have a small dick' comment would have gotten to him, even during his baseline periods.  "Believe what you want," he said with his giddy smile still painted on.  "You're the one who made me spill the antidote for that poison."  He noticed her worsening condition and laughed, hard.  "If you had just let me give you the potion... You would feel so much better!"

Evander had a blank expression, his whispers to Saoya growing louder.  A blue spirit appeared before the horned man, its eyes glowing red.  The spirit broke their chains and turned to the guard.  Evander said aloud, "He is unarmed, Saoya.  He is not our target."  It was true; Clive's sword was back at the edge of the country.  "However..."  Evander found a rope in the corner of the tent.  "You're going to lead us to where we can find more of the antidote."  With the rope in his hand and a shadow blade growing on his arm, he grinned evilly at the guard.  Clive tried to back up, but only felt the chill of the spirit go down his spine.  He couldn't move.  He found his wrists being tied together in a strange turnabout.  From the knot was a long string for his now-captor to pull on.  The spirit floated next to Evander, awaiting new orders.  He would stay in that plane for a little while longer.
Clive shivered, feeling the cold aftereffect of having an ice demon's spirit touch his spine.  So that's his power!  He was still ever so uplifted, higher than the clouds... and then he fell beck to the ground as he looked the demon spirit in the eyes.  At that point, the only emotion he felt was fear and he had someone holding on to him so he couldn't run away.

Evander spoke in the strange tongue, and Saoya turned the armory across the way into a giant block of ice.  He knelt next to Raine and asked, "Can you stand?"  He considered offering to pick her up, but thought she wouldn't like that much.  Oh, it didn't matter.  "Actually, walking your condition sounds bad for you.  May I carry you?"

Evander gently picked up Raine in his arms.  He winced and looked to his right arm.  It throbbed without an inkling of mercy, but to him, it didn't matter.  The protection of his new companion was most important.  Saoya created a frozen tunnel through the middle of the camp after hearing another order.  "Now," he said as he turned to his new prisoner, "Tell me where to find the antidote."

The wide-eyed coward froze.  He felt so big only a few minutes ago.  That thing is... he thought, That Hellspawn is...  "Shit. Two hours down the west road."  He could do nothing but walk forward as he was pulled by the half-demon toward an empty wagon.  He was thrown inside, much in the same manner as he threw Evander and Raine in before.  Evander sat the lady down in the front, a much more comfortable area to be sure.  Luckily, the horses were still attached and with a shout and a crack of a nearby whip, the wagon began moving down the west road.

Evander smiled to her.  He hoped to give the feeling that everything was all right, even though she seemed to not show too much pain.  It was always the ones with the most pain who try to hide as much as they can.  He knew that from experience.  The wagon continued to move down the road, this time with a soldier imprisoned inside.  Surprisingly, Clive told the truth; there was an exotic healer's home all that way down the road.  It even said on the sign there was nothign she couldn't cure.

Evan picked up Raine once again, careful not to touch anywhere that could have been especially painful.  He took her inside the place to find an old lady sitting behind a desk.  He asked, "Excuse me?  I have someone here, she's poisoned.  Can you help?"  He put a bag of gold on the table.
"I'll pay-"
He was interrupted by a sound shush.  The old lady counted the gold in the bag slowly.  "Hmph.  What poison is it?"  Evander sat Raine down again and had her leg propped up on a random footstool.  "I will be right back," he promised.

He walked out to the wagon and opened the door.  "You're going to tell me what poison was on those arrows."  After a long gulp, the captured soldier told him everything.  He needed Raine healed up, too.  Who made the stupid choice of using poison that had an antidote that was so rare?  Oh.  Right.  He did.
Evan ran back inside after locking the door tight and told the old woman what they needed.  The old woman sighed.  "You may pay the rest later."  She held another vial of the same liquid they saw before.  She asked the young lady to drink and gave her the vial.

"You're still hurt," Evan said.  "Please, let me continue to carry you.  Everyone deserves to have someone do something kind for them, at least once."  He knelt next to the maiden he deemed fair.  He attempted to reassure her by saying, "I am here with you now because I...  I liked...  I thought you were...  I like you.  I think you are an interesting person.  I couldn't stand when those men took you, because I...  I like you.  You... You reminded me... of home."
After that speech, it was all he could do not to get emotional.  Home was a place he could no longer go, with people he could no longer see.  After his Angeline reported of a man with horns attacking, well... Obviously, he was the first and only suspect.