Snippet #1392465

Giacomo had been able to keep up with the lady, but he knew that there was not realy anything for him to do at the site. Only his healing wand would have any use, he thought. But he quickly reviewed his thought as he saw the lady use magic to heal the wounds, he could clearly tell it was the real deal by the absence of a wand and the fact that he was the only one that had mana imbedded in himself. As he saw the lady at work he observed her medical treatment, it was close to what a regular doctor would do in these situations, but at a much faster and more efficiëntly. The word: "facinating" Rolled uncontrollably over his lips as the monocular zoomed in and out observing every action and change on the young man.

Then the lady asked him to carry the boy to her clinic, Giacomo put the crate down and walked to the debris. Some of it had retained shape and could be used to create a crude one-man handled brancard. Though not the most smooth ride for Delta it would be much safer than carrying the boy. Quickly the blowtorch emerged from his pockets and he welded a few piece of metal together creating the carrying surface, then he grabbed pieces of rope theat were long enough and made a double tugrope out of it. He placed some of the leather onto the metal part to create a cradle and the brancard was made, crude, but made. It had only taken a few minutes to build, but the boy should have such time, as this would in the end be safer with the wounds he had than carrying the boy in any sort of way. "This should do." Giacomo said as he carfully carried the boy to the brancard. He picked the crate up and shouldered it again and took place at the tugrope. Now he could drag the brancard which would glide over the rough roads due to the large surface and carry the crate back to the clinic.

As the lady guided him to the clinic the sound of the metal scraping over the road was continuesly hearable, it gave the idea that it wouldn'thold for much longer, but Giacomo was quite familiar with sounds like these and could point out which ones were signals for trouble and which ones were just the sound of working metal, this one was of the latter catagory. After reaching the clinic he brought the crate inside and walked back outside to pick the boy up with brancard and all, assuming it would be safer to kep him stable rather than unnecessarly carrying the boy unsupported.