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"You might wanna check on that fella my pard just standing-kicked. If his nosebone ain't in his brain pan, help him out and get him on his feet, we need to detain these guys." He said, then began to walk off; but turned quickly around. "By the way, I appreciate your response time; you're really quick on the draw. We get in a real melee, you'll do just fine. I'd like to see one of them swords rip open a bad guy sometime." He tapped her on the shoulder, then went to speak other WEAPON operatives.

Addyson watched him walk away, running a hand through her medium-length, auburn hair. I'll do just fine? She thought to herself, but disregarded the comment. Instead, she focused on the man who was holding his face on the ground. Squatting next to him, she slowly pulled his hands from his face. "My, my, that's a nasty one." The man's eyes were locked on her face, fear and confusion evident in the small orbs.

"What...what're you doing?" He talked through clenched teeth, the pain obviously excruciating.

"I'm gonna fix you up as good as new." Addie said, all the while examining the shattered bone. "Can't have you interrogated like this, now can we?" Addyson slowly and gently placed her hand on the wound - the man flinching back as soon as she touched it. Forgetting everything else around her, she focused solely on the broken bone and damaged skin. In her mind's eye, she could see everything, and she focused on each, individual part. Slowly imagining the bone fragments being placed together, the blood being pulled back into his veins, and the skin placed back to where it had been. Addie could feel the energy leaving her as the things she thought actually happened. When it was finished, she fell back on her heels. Her whole body felt weak and useless and her head was spinning. Ignoring the side effects of her healing, she stood to her feet (very slowly) and helped the shocked criminal to his feet. "What do you want done with him?"