Snippet #1068809

((Going to assume Jack's not here to answer me, as it's been 19 days...))

Keeping an eye on the two who were talking, Medens looked past them, to a confrontation going on down at the other end of the bar. Unfortunately it devolved into a brawl, but there was nothing Medens could do until it was over... Interfering now would only get him hurt, and his pull on their emotions would be pointless as the fighters already appeared to be in a frenzy of punches and kicks. Expecting the one that the other three had singled out to go down, Medens readied himself to walk over afterward and help the man. But things didn't go at all as he thought they would, with the loner seeming to display some kind of resilience to the blows of the three men. Then the man started screaming something about tests and things went ugly...

During the aftermath of the fight, Medens just gaped at the bodies for about 10 seconds as the lone man ran from the bar. Then he ran over to the first man who'd been injured and started healing, not seeming to notice the dozen or so people screaming around him. Luckily, the brain continued functioning for a few minutes after the body started shutting down, so healing was possible. The broken spine mended, and Medens, gasping, moved on to the second man, but there was nothing he could do for him as his brain was gone, smashed onto the ground.

The third man's injury was the least fatal, but would require removal of the chair leg. Praying the man was unconscious, Medens wound his shirt around the end it had entered the body and pulled. With a sucking sound it parted from the body and was thrown aside. Adrenaline keeping him going, Medens healed the third man who then lay, unconscious, on the ground. He stared at the second man's face, memorizing it, then his body decided he'd asked too much of it and he shut down, passing out on the floor.