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Luca M. Feygor

"Yes," Rue began. She appeared to suspend her thoughts at the next sentence, her words hovering hesitantly over her lips as if the idea was unpalatable. Seeing this, Luca raised an eyebrow as both curiosity and concern illuminated his features, "She is a unique phoenix. Instead of fire, she throws ice. The ice will still burn if it touches you, though. Like dry ice, I guess,"

Luca’s face was a question mark as he wondered what she was getting at. But, as Snow drew close to Rue with her feathers ruffled in apparent anger, he understood the idea was would be dangerous in some form.

As Rue continued to debate with her bond, he noticed a look of resolution setting in, her dazzling green eyes glowing with that indisputable determination,"Burn the wound closed to stop the bleeding. I need to at least stay awake this time."

Luca blinked, the suddenness of the statement giving him no chance to protest as Snow hopped up carefully and placed a wing over the wound. His mind rang with alarm. In the time that he had, it was impossible to consider the implications of cauterizing the wound, let alone contemplate if using ice would even work. Luca could still feel the light tug of her grip against his shirt as Rue braced herself, clenching her jaw tightly in anticipation of the pain, "Just make it quick."

“Dammit Rue” Luca said. He took hold of her hand as he summoned what little energy he’d recovered, all the while cursing at how poorly the class had progressed so far. They hadn’t even reached the flag yet. He focused his bond’s power as he imagined Rue’s nervous system, picturing the tiny cables of axons that lined and curved their way around the human body. Moving from there, he picked at the nociception system, eliminating the signals of her pain receptors.