05a - Jack in the Bush
"It's you that was callin out soundin all 'Murphy! I'm fair set t'be eaten by woollymen!' " Murphy responds with a sliver of a grin, the alarm exaggerated enough to make light of it rather than a dig at Duggan's courage. "As for this, 'tis scarce a scratch, but our friend thinks that speared devil had a poison in his mouth and the way it felt at the time, I'll not doubt it..."
He draws a huntsman's blade that's not quite a dagger from his side and offers it to the Darug man. [Language unknown: "Is na wa oun m es, papre com itwil p,"] he says, seeming quite trusting of Ngarungadurung's intent.
The horses aren't quite calm, sticking close to each other and keeping their heads up, shifting about. Murphy looks over at Brigitte's question, glancing at his own saddleware and becoming a more even pink as he asks: "Ah...well...if y'had any clean cloth t'spare I'd pay you back next I was in Sydney...not sure if it's bloodlettin or magic he's about, but I might surely need that."
He hoiks his left trouserleg up and starts gathering it back, lowering to one knee (Ngarungadurung can see that indeed every hair on the man is that weird orange colour, like he has a store of ochre under that fish-flesh white skin). Reaching the knee he hisses sharply in pain and works slower: those nearby see first a redness touching the taut skin over the joint, then the cloth coming away from the bite with gummy strands of vile yellowish congealment. The toothmarks are raw redblack sores ringed with the stuff and all the flesh that had been briefly in the witch-thing's mouth is dull and darkened greenish as though festering infected for days.
Murphy swallows hard and takes a moment to be sure he's something like downwind of the horses; Ngarungadurung gets some of the stench, death dwelling in a body whose heart still beat. "Jesus..."
Some of the veins around the infection look dangerously dark, and the reddened, breaking and blistered skin pulse-pushes out as they watch, blackening near the wound. It's suddenly clear that Murphy is sweating far too much even for the heat, perhaps not helped by the sight. Ngarungadurung is pretty sure that had they waited another ten minutes the best outcome would be Murphy surviving one of them cutting off the limb.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 09:53, Fri 13 Nov 2020.