Okay yeah, he wasn't a fighter. But he tried? That's what he could say. Even if it was a small sting, it was better than running. Though he didn't feel quite right thinking that. Especially when he began to see stars. Funk crumpled from the suplex, not even able to keep any sort of hold. Blood seeped into his mouth, some part of his tongue got bit off. He couldn't help but struggle, flail in an attempt to get his feet under him and get away from the fight. Gee, this was already worse than what he did to Sean. It wasn't good enough, he knew that. Somehow, he managed to get onto his side, but every attempt at getting up resulted in his feet slipping out from under him. Funk could barely make out the two she-cats, a stretch of white in front of him that was too fuzzy to make sense of.

Glowstar knew a killing blow when she saw one and fell stiffly to the side. Her paws methodically pushing her up, instinct her only drive. The blood pooled out, the grass swayed in the breeze. He didn’t look right lying on the ground, the suns rays shining on every gruesome detail. This moment was slow, cold, it tore at her until the pain ringing in her skin felt numb, yet the wind didn’t stop and the sun stayed warm, the world went on around her. Shule’s world did too, she would return home to the Regime and go about her life, this would never cause her sleepless nights, this would always be a memory without any weight to her.

“This is why I couldn’t raise Serenity and Kaisra with you. We should be a team because we care about the same people. We should be moms first. Instead you would never put your claws aside for family, you’re driven to make others pay rather than change. You chose to play mercenary rather than talk this out and at least try to make this a happy family. It wasn’t my job then to make you a mom and it isn’t now, I can’t make you something you’re not. But for me, this family is worth trying for so I won’t fight back, you do a good enough job hurting yourself," She looked stronger in this moment, less herself and more built into the persona of DayClan leader.

Sean walked over, “Hey babe, wha-“ He looked at Shule’s red paws, “OH GOD. Did you actually kill Glowstar!? She only has one life Shule!”

He looked to the side, no wait, she was sitting up right looking over Funk. OVER FUNK E'TAN, “OH GOD. Did you kill the nemesis of Pri-mal fluffin' Instinct?" He exclaimed again as he began to pace the ground, "This is so BAD. Also They’re going to kill us! What if the Pride turns on us? Also, I don't know if you know this Shule, but dying, hurts, like really really bad and that one time I died, the Blind Protector wasn't even sure if I was worth bringing back, but he did anyways and like, Funk might not come back and then what? AND I TOLD YOU NOT TO MESS WITH STEVE AND JESSICA, ONE RULE!" Sean fell to the ground, exhausted from freaking out. His face was planted in the grass, And- Wait." He lifted his head up enough to talk, "Did you kill him for me? For my honor and justice?”

Glowstar rested her head and paws over Funk’s side like a wolf guarding her prey, a carnivorous look staring right into Sean, “You know, you have more than one life in you. I bet when Funk returns to full strength I could drag you to primal instinct and he can take back that life your mate stole from him,” She threatened staring daggers into Sean.

Sean scoffed, "I swear, outsiders are just so violent."

Funk could make out the words being spoken, but his mind couldn't quite place them together yet. Even when a new yet familiar voice entered the fray, he didn't recognize it for several moments. The blood had sunk into his fur, an ugly red patch forming. Even if pain was mixing still, messing everything up as he slowly found his feet under him and began to move. He couldn't lay here for long. He needed to get up, needed to run or fight or whatever. Funk wasn't quite there though, only able to roll onto his stomach. Unbeknownst to him but now surely seen by the others, a new scar had formed on his neck. Ripping away the fur that was there before, it was red and angry, jumping as his heartbeat again. This pain, it was surely like no other. Best for him not to get addicted to it.

Light green gaze shifting from the pair of Regime cats to Glowstar, still standing over him protectively. He placed one of his paws over her's gently, though still shaking somewhat. "It's okay, they're not worth the..." Funk started but his surprise made him choke out. For one, talking hurt like absolute hell. The smell of blood felt like it was flooding him but the feeling was like a tearing. A ripping pain like he was getting killed all over again. The worse thing was the sound. His normal tone was masked by a dissonant deepness, scratchy and hoarse that made it seem like the words were begging to leave him. This wasn't right. Wasn't he supposed to return healed? Why. Funk unconsciously touched the scar, and when he pulled away, there was red on his paw. "time? Time! Wh-What did you do to me?" His desperation and confusion ended with a hacking cough, one that went on far too long and ended with more blood on the grass around them. Time had started again.

Shule couldn't bring herself to say anything to Sean, though she felt her rage slipping away at his touch, the barest hint of a purr rumbling in her chest. Had her proclamation of protecting him against any threat really been so meaningful? To her, it seemed simply obvious. No one hurt her family and got away with it. Well, she thought that, until Glowstar spoke up and mentioned Kotori and Zakiyyah. It made the Superior visibly flinch, every inch of her body freezing up in an instant, her expression blanking out into a sort of nothingness that made it seem as though she was a machine that had just been overloaded and shut itself down. She wanted to turn and scream in return that Green couldn't simply steal more of her kits from her, though at the same time, she instantly understood her sister-in-law's point. After all, she had just stated that any threats to her family would be dealt with directly, and though it had started after her son's massacre, understandably, he was implicated in such a thing, and Zakiyyah too, for siding with him. More than Funk, and more even than Foxbane, Kotori had killed not only Regime cats, but other relatives of hers, including step-kits like Anansi and Plumamine. It was a double standard, and if she wasn't to be hypocritical, then she ought to be willing to kill them next time she saw them, right? But it wasn't that easy.

Even still, if she made exceptions for family hurting family, she wouldn't have considered Funk to be family, no matter what relationship he had with Glowstar. They weren't mates, she was certain of that, and if she wanted to be honest, she didn't consider Green as much her family as she did everyone on her own side, her littermates, their families and mates, Sean's other kits, all were more family to her than the DayClan leader. And yet, the she-cat would take her kits in to protect them.. from her, if it came to it? That left Shule feeling highly confused, angry, and having an underlying appreciation for it all the same. Only a few sentences, and in a way, it forced her to look at what she considered family and why, and begged her to make a choice, of who 'family' really was to her. Was it only her own and her mate's kits? Or did it extend to the side of the family she would usually rather pretend didn't exist. That was a lot to think about, and she couldn't even be certain her thoughts were coherent, they were so jumbled around in her mind. Think about it later. The little voice in her mind warned. Or you may just have a breakdown here. Forget it. File it away for now.

So she did, shoving the thoughts back down into the recesses of her mind as her body moved mechanically to turn fully towards Glowstar. Time had seemed to slow down, all these thoughts racing in between the time it took for the leader to speak, and for her accusing gaze to land back on them. A mere few moments that felt like eternity.

He wasn't healed. At least, not entirely. That, wasn't possible. Even Shule knew that. It didn't make sense, and confusion flickered over her gaze. Sean was right, she was a straightforward cat, not the sort to intentionally try to ruin Funk's voice. Her goal had been to take a life, as simple as that, and she had no intention of making him suffer more, nor leave a lasting impact on his body, other than the scar that now ran across his throat.

Her mate also had a point on her honor. Shule wasn't a needlessly cruel cat, and though she could let him die again without much feeling of loss for him as a feline, the idea didn't sit right with her. So, as much as she hated the idea of helping a cat who'd hurt her family, she managed to find her voice, the sound flat as she spoke. "The tunnels may be fastest." The ebony she-cat noted simply. "I walked through them recently. They're not in the best of shape, so it may be dangerous, but the pathways are pretty direct." She didn't know DayClan territory well, however, so she could be wrong. "Otherwise, you're banking on someone from either of our groups being near enough to help, and luck is generally not something to trust."

Was she much help at all? Maybe, probably not, but for a cat who wouldn't hesitate, even she wouldn't just let him suffer. No matter how much the despised the idea of doing anything that could be considered remotely kind to him.

"I can carry him if you get tired." She wasn't going to force Sean to heal someone he didn't want to, let alone someone who'd hurt him. Shule couldn't do that to her mate, and she gave him a reassuring nudge, though her expression was still stony and cold. She would offer help as far as getting him to someone willing to heal him, but once he was in helpful paws, she was done with him. After all, she would neither be welcome, nor did she particularly want to be around either of the two felines before her at this current moment. Hopefully Glowstar understood that it was only due to her nature of being 'unable to stop being a mercenary' for any amount of time that she was even helping.

Okay, she wasn't supposed to be on DayClan land. She'd also been attempting to listen to Azura and not just show up randomly without warning as Glowstar's adopted daughter had asked her. The multicolor feline understood it. No one in the clan wanted her here. Well, except one. Green of course would never be upset by her showing up. Actually, maybe not never. She hadn't exactly been great to the she-cat she'd recently confessed her love to previously, though as it so happened, this was still before the time of her second confession and the realization of any relationship between the Nemesis and leader of her neighboring clan. But, that was besides the point, wasn't it? Foxbane paused as the scent hit her nose, body tensing on instinct as memories flashed before her eyes. Regime. She scrambled for a moment, wondering why they were there, until she recalled some rumors of them having been flooded out and hanging around in DayClan while things cooled off.

She should leave. And she was already half turned to do so when the scent of blood and the whispers on the wind caught her attention. It wasn't just the Regime, it was Shule, she'd be able to pick out the Superior anywhere, it was Glowstar, it was... Funk? Something about this all seemed so very, very wrong, and the ex-Priestess spun around, her paws carrying her at a rapid pace until she was standing in front of them, shock written across her face. The Senator didn't even pay attention to Shule's body freezing up, claws flicking out in a heartbeat, as she turned to Glowstar in concern, noting the new scar on Funk's neck. It wasn't long ago she'd given birth to the tom's kits, and though their connection was little, the hurt she saw in Green's eyes was more than enough to spur her on to otherwise unusual acts of generosity. "What in the hell happened!?" She could guess, based on the Mercenary's bloody paws, but to be honest, she didn't want to try and fight Shule. Even as much as she despised the she-cat, she would never win an outright fight, and her paw found it's way to her own throat in memory.

The moment Green's claws came out, Foxbane's ears flicked back. She couldn't help the wave of hurt at the fact that, no matter how things had been patched up with her confession in the snow, she still didn't have Glowstar's full trust. The Senator had no right to feel as she did, it was her own fault, but still, the pain in her chest lingered, even as she was shocked back to reality by Sean's shout, her gaze flitting to him as her eyes widened a touch in surprise. They would never get along. Foxbane still hated the Regime for her imprisonment, and very much disliked Shule for taking one of her lives, even knowing she'd deserved it. It was hard to become more sympathetic when clearly if was the Superior who was the reason for all this pain Glowstar was feeling, and for the bleeding Nemesis before her. But she let her gaze hold Sean's for a moment, before she gave a single, slow nod, almost invisible to the eye as her body loosened, expression calming into something determined, yet steady. "Alright."

Instantly, she moved to Funk, examining him with all the expertise and gentleness of any medicine cat. It was a strange look for the ex-Priestess. Once upon a time, she had nearly killed her own clanmates for lack of healing skill, and now she deftly moved with grace and thoughtfulness, mind racing as it sifted through remedies as light speed. "Foxglove leaves and Lady's Mantle for bleeding. Crushed rose thorns and chewed gumweed to seal wounds. Marigold for infection. Cobwebs for bleeding." She spoke these at a rather conversational level, loud enough that it was clear she was listing off herbs for Sean to hopefully find. In the meantime, she flicked up her tail, smoothing down the fur and pressing it against Funk's throat. In lieu of cobwebs for the moment, her own thick fur would just have to do. "Okay, now someone explain exactly why he's bleeding out for me, will you? You can tell me the full story later, I just need the gist of his injuries." She only seemed to be half paying attention, murmuring something that sounded suspiciously like a prayer to the Sun God to lend his strength and wisdom to her, though it was too low to truly make out what she was saying except in snippets of a word or two. Either way, she didn't seem to lose focus.

Shule didn't have any words to say. Rather, she was looking at Sean with a stunned expression. After his refusal, she didn't expect him to turn around and offer to help, least of all when Foxbane showed up. In a way, Sean was a better person in that moment than she. She would have kept her mouth shut when faced with Foxbane instead of speaking up for her aid, even though her intentions seemed pretty obvious from the moment she arrived.

She had to pause in her apparent cult worship for a moment to give the Nemesis a look like he was an idiot. "Keep talking and you'll kill yourself better than Shule did." The ex-Priestess tone was entirely full of snark. "You're an idiot, you know that? Picking a fight with a Regime cat never ends well. 'Specially if it's the dark brute of a Superior over there."