A fight. A fight that, from the looks of things, was far from merely 'out of hand', and with the addition of property damage and glass shards in the mix, one that took place in the middle of the city. "There isn't something out there still, a threat to the city, is there?" she asked, the Keyblade appearing at her side in a flash; unlikely it was that Anton would simply let such a thing run loose, but best to make sure regardless. The other possibility that came to mind was far more concerning. "Oh, and yes, if you can remove them, that will help."

Aqua knelt down next to Erskine and undid the tie that held in place the sad and sticky mess of a hat. She grimaced at the wound - it was ugly, and sluggishly insistent on bleeding. His was the more urgent care, as she wasn't sure if Skulduggery could even feel pain, and the skeleton seemed far less bothered by missing a leg than one would reasonably expect. Indeed, she wasn't sure if her magic would be of any effect at all on a dead man.

With one hand resting on Erskine's thigh to keep the fabric clear of the injury, she angled the Keyblade and murmured, "Heal," Curaga's telltale green petals swirling as the spell took effect. It would take a few moments - the damage was severe, and Erskine clearly had lost a lot of blood - but the bleeding would stop as the magic began to steadily reknit torn tissues.

"What happened?" she asked again, this time more calmly.