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spartans -son of apollo - alexander calvert - #8192a8
A worried look crossed his face, defend. He could do that. Probably. He had been practicing his light manipulation, so he could probably create bright flashes. But other than that, he wasn't going to be much use. He didn't really take to the battle aspect of being a demigod, he primarily focused on the healing and support aspect. His kaleidoscope irises looked over to the people who were assigned the "defensive" position. Noticing he could stay close to Finley and Dominick, he jumped up to the position with an eager. "I could help Dominick and Finn, I can help heal wounds if they need, or blind enemies if they need that advantage....but if you need me to help follow the others and keep their wounds clear I can help." the boy spoke, choosing his words carefully. He made it clear he'd rather stay behind and help around the flag. But he wouldn't be opposed to become mobile. He had a range limit when it came to healing, but he'd try his best. Running a hand through his hair nervously, he would grip the hilt of the spatha he had, even though short-range wasn't his skill. He had thought he would be more of use in defense with the spatha, rather than a bow. He would look at Finn, and remember he tried speaking to him earlier.