MEDI 118 (Story Breakdown)

Personal story action / event breakdown:

Opens to a mass of people, focus is on main character fighting her way through the battle dodging to not be hit. Main character is of a larger than average build yet seems to notice the physical exertion of her running.  She is searching for something
The camera dips violently to match her as it pulls back up with her dragging a man in a tartan kilt up off the ground.

She gets the man to his feet and places her hand on his chest and chants as she drags him back. “By the grace of Bronwyn I cure your wounds” She chants this around four times.  One they are out of the battle a little way she stops and he gets to his feet; thanks her and heads back into the battle, close up of her face with an expression of slight sadness and guilt.

Panning shot from her POV of vast rolling green fields broken here and there by trees and also a lake in the distance.  You can hear her sigh in a contented manner but then the camera snaps back to look at the battle and again panning shot in her POV.

A Skinny man in a white shirt with the sleeves ripped off and his arms covered in a spiralling woad pattern walks up panting and puffing.  “I think you better look at this Fionn, it feels broken” He flops his left arm at her to further show her it’s broken. 

The girl walks up to and places her hand on him mumbling a few words and then nods.  “Sorry Eric... All healers low on power have been given the order to save it for fatal wounds... I only really have about two shots left.”   She has a look of extreme guilt and shrugs when she says this. However she then picks up a booklet looking thing from around her neck and opens it to show him two blue cards and a load of others ripped halfway up. He nods with an understanding expression.

She looks for a moment at his two handed axe and frowns.
“Your arms broken so you can’t use it. Take my stick and I will swap you your short swords, you can have more range that way.” She wiggles her left hip towards him where the stick in a leather holder. He does so. 
He looks shocked when she very quickly unsheathes both short swords faster than he could react too.
She sticks her finger in the air and he follows suit. She leans in and says “I’m really bored and I want to hit go hit things, Fionn has had enough she can be angry now she’s not much use as a healer anymore. “ 
They then put their fingers down and each nod and dart into the battle in separate directions.
Close up of her face smiling.

Ends on a dream type sequence / thought bubble of her at a campfire at night laughing and drinking. 

Note: Music is very fantasy-like apart from where they have fingers in the air.

Note: The weapons are latex throughout.