Roda the Red
Nitpicker of swords
Even Syllannan himself did not expect the power of his spell, bandits sent flying away like a child throwing his toys. One of them seemed to die by hitting a tree, Syll wasn't happy about it but force like that couldn't be easily cotrolled. After some more impressive performances from the others, the last of the remaining bandits were dealt with, with some of them escaping.
Some cries of victory could be heard shortly after, as Syll turned around and noticed his allies were still mostly unharmed, it seems they managed to overpower the bandits without sufferig a single casualty which was a great relief for him. Syll noticed that Sera's healing prayer failed, but he appreciated the attempt nonetheless, also to Alberto, who came to protect him. "T-thanks...both of you, for coming to help me, t-they got me good it seems" said Syll right before he started coughing some blood, since that hammer blow caused him chest trauma, and he also had to hold his arm's injury with his other hand, that one hurt much more than the cut on his leg.
He rested on the spot for a minute or so, eventually deciding that he was feeling well enough to stand up and head back to the group, Alberto offered his shoulder, which the elf accepted, and carefully he was helped back to his seat on the carriage. while the pain was constant and annoying, he couldn't help feeling inspired; it seems like his theory might be right, that force wave was much better than the ones he's done before, and it probably was thanks to the sense of danger kicking in, stories of heroes obtaining newfound strength on the edge of death were not uncommon, and it was proving to be a much better teacher than tomes or meditation.
A couple more minutes passed as he noticed the hulking Sobekan approaching him, Dakarai was his name if Syll remembered correctly, and eventually started praying next to the elf.
To Syll's surprise, tears started to fall on his arm wound, followed by a few more on his leg, and miraculously the wounds started to close in a matter of seconds, not even leaving marks behind by the end of it. Not only that, but the powerful pain on his chest lessened considerably, it was not gone that was for sure, but at least he could breath normally again. "Goodness! i-i don't know what to say, thank you very much" Syll grabbed one of dakarai's large hands and shook it in appreciation.
Some cries of victory could be heard shortly after, as Syll turned around and noticed his allies were still mostly unharmed, it seems they managed to overpower the bandits without sufferig a single casualty which was a great relief for him. Syll noticed that Sera's healing prayer failed, but he appreciated the attempt nonetheless, also to Alberto, who came to protect him. "T-thanks...both of you, for coming to help me, t-they got me good it seems" said Syll right before he started coughing some blood, since that hammer blow caused him chest trauma, and he also had to hold his arm's injury with his other hand, that one hurt much more than the cut on his leg.
He rested on the spot for a minute or so, eventually deciding that he was feeling well enough to stand up and head back to the group, Alberto offered his shoulder, which the elf accepted, and carefully he was helped back to his seat on the carriage. while the pain was constant and annoying, he couldn't help feeling inspired; it seems like his theory might be right, that force wave was much better than the ones he's done before, and it probably was thanks to the sense of danger kicking in, stories of heroes obtaining newfound strength on the edge of death were not uncommon, and it was proving to be a much better teacher than tomes or meditation.
A couple more minutes passed as he noticed the hulking Sobekan approaching him, Dakarai was his name if Syll remembered correctly, and eventually started praying next to the elf.
"Pray that Her Grace provide you comfort amidst these fleeting moments."
To Syll's surprise, tears started to fall on his arm wound, followed by a few more on his leg, and miraculously the wounds started to close in a matter of seconds, not even leaving marks behind by the end of it. Not only that, but the powerful pain on his chest lessened considerably, it was not gone that was for sure, but at least he could breath normally again. "Goodness! i-i don't know what to say, thank you very much" Syll grabbed one of dakarai's large hands and shook it in appreciation.
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