It wasn't a surprise to learn that somebody like Crow had enemies of his own, though Finn felt blessed for once that such a situation found its way to him.
"Either way, thanks," Finn insisted, feeling gratitude to have any backup in the hopeless circumstances.
Jasper didn't acknowledge what was said, instead still looking forward with an expression hidden by his silver helmet, "He got away. Not surprising. Cowards like that flee the moment favor leaves their side."
Sure enough, as the smoke settled from the slash of sapphire light from a moment prior, there was no sight in the hunter.
The hoodie-wearing knight sheathed the longsword he wielded into the leather scabbard on his back with an exhale before turning to look at the wounded man, "You're hurt, mate? Crow got you, didn't he?"
"Yeah, he got me by surprise. Do you know him?" Finn asked, wincing as holding his wrist that was barely held together.
Jasper stepped closer, inspecting the assassin's arm as he grabbed it by the sleeve while also getting a look at his cut ear, "Yeah, he got you good alright, that cunt. I know him, yeah. He killed my mate."
"Did he...?" Finn began to ask, letting himself be checked out.
"Yeah, he did. That's why I'm after that cunt," Jasper clarified with contempt lacing what he said. "But, I'm not the vengeful type, really. If you can take him out, I'd appreciate it."
After having the intensity of his wounds verified by the knight, Finn watched as the man reached into the pocket of his coat, pulling out a bottle filled with golden liquid.
Jasper popped the cape right off, holding the ambrosia to the injured assassin, "Take a sip, mate."
"Wait, hold on...Are you sure about that? You don't even know me," Finn asked.
"What're you on about? You're hurt, aren't you? So, take a sip," Jasper insisted, practically shoving the bottle of ambrosia into his hands. "The world may be ending, but it doesn't mean you can't be a decent person."
"Right. Thanks," Finn said, accepting the aid as he brought the magical substance to his lips, letting it slip into his mouth.
It was a mystical taste, like that of syrup but much lighter and smoother as it went down. A single sip was enough to fill his body with renewed vigor, as if having a full day of sleep. The pain in his body completely subsided, as did the soreness as his wounds repaired themselves.
As he removed the bottle from his lips, he looked down at his right hand, finding his wrist completely unharmed. He clenched his fist a few times to check that it was functional before feeling his ear, finding it restored as well.
"Yeah, I thought as much. That's a frightening power," Jesper remarked.
"Yeah," Finn agreed.
After exchanging what they knew about the elusive killer, there was nothing left but the next step.
Finn picked himself up, looking at the armored man, "Listen, I'm with two other people, not far from here. You can join us, if you want." He offered.
Jesper was quiet for a moment before responding, "I appreciate the offer, mate. I do. It's best if I move alone, though. I prefer it that way."
"Right. I see," Finn said.
"I'll be around though. If Crow attacks, kick his ass, will ya?" Jesper assured him, extending his fist. "Stay safe, mate."
Finn met the fist bump halfway with a small smile, "I'll try."
Taking his leave from the shop, he found his way back on track to the library while traversing the foreign street. Navigating his way through an alleyway, he was spit out right in front of the library a few blocks down.
"—Ah."
He was greeted by the sight of the silken-haired, young man right when finding the building. It looked as though she had just come back from the opposing direction.
"There you are! Where have you been, Finn?" Charlotte asked, walking over and checking his body for injuries.
"Were you looking for me? Sorry, I'm fine—actually, no. Where's Magnus?" Finn shook his head, looking around.
He kept his eye out for the prowling hunter, not losing the killer from his mind for even a moment.
"Why? What's up?" Charlotte asked, opening the door to the library.
Finn led the way in, not wasting a moment, "This is something both of you need to hear."