Snippet #908104

Shindo sat besides the man that had helped him out, he wasn't dead but it had been a close call. The creature that had just entered the fray followed, it was a some kind of reptilion humanoid, although he had just helped them Shindo didn't really trust him. He ignored the reptile and put the man on his shoulders.

"Hey you! Zag right? Go and warn the captain, you're faster than me and I have to take care of this man." he ordered, he didn't wait for an anwser, there just wasn't enough time. Instead he jogged towards the barracks, trying to move as steady as possible hoping that he would be fast enough. It had been a harsh battle and Shindo was happy that he wasn't the unconscious one. When he passed by the forge he saw his pauldron "I'll get that another time," he thought "first things first."

He moved beneath the dome where the wraith had appeard, around the tree where the birds had been in that had kind off warned him and over the stone bridge that crossed a little creek. It reflected the sunlight in countless colors and shapes. Shindo had probably stopped for a moment if he wasn't in such a hurry. It was a beautiful day, but just like the creek Shindo didn't notice it.

All he thought about was the pain in his back, the scratch on his cheek and the slower and slower breathing man which he carried. "Maybe he felt the wraith's presence even more than I did." the elf considered. He began to jog at a higher pace, knowing it could make the difference between life and death.

When the two arrived at the barracks the elf looked like he knew exactly what to do, he put the man on a bed and sprinted to the water barrel which was just outside the building. He ripped off a piece of his shirt and dipped it in the cold water. He ran back at full speed and put the cloth on the man's forehead. Although Shindo would've prefered to cool the man down even more, it had to be enough for now. He quickly looked around and saw what he hoped to see; no one.

He placed his hands on the man, his right hand on the man's chest with the palm on his heart and the fingers pointing towards the right lung. His other hand was placed vertically, pointing towards the head, the pink of his left hand touched the right hand's thumb. The elf began to mumble in a strange language, it looked a bit incongruous but it was all Shindo could do. He used his "Mister Cool" spell to influence the state in which the man was, he wouldn't, no he couldn't let this man die.

Once he established a connection between them he finally understood how this man was able to move so fast, he could use magic! Shindo was a bit suprised, but this meant he could save the man. At first Shindo planned to keep the man alive until help arrived, but now he could make sure the man would surive.
Shindo's mumbling had turned into whispering, he continued in a sharp, monotonous way. He felt the tension in his back getting worse and his cheek began to bleed again, bundled with an intense pain it was trully terrible.

But the stubborn elf didn't stop, contrary he began to whisper faster and louder. Bruises and abrasions from earlier battles returned, his skin got sunburned and a sickening feeling emerged from his stomach. But Shindo ignored them, he focused on the man, which began to breath faster again and the pale skin he had before Shindo's intervention was disappearing. Shindo was dizzy and saw black dots, he had shaking legs and he was sweating like a pig. He had used this spell before, but with a full-elf. This was probably a half-elf, which made it so much harder.

First he had linked with the dying man, and once the connection was stable he began to "loan" his recovery spell to the half-elf. But the effects could be fatal for Shindo, the injuries (and other stuff the spell had taken care off) he had returned and because it wasn't a full-elf he was "healing" the returning injuries were from a longer time ago, the pain was heavier than it would've been and it would take longer to save the man, which added the risk of overheating.

Luckily for Shindo, and the for the man, he had put a cold piece of cloth on the man's forehead to keep him alive for longer, now it would serve as a heatsink. The ranger lost most of his sight and his lips dried out, his hands were shaking but he kept them in place. The whispering had turned into normal speaking, well, it sounded raspy and hoarsely. Shindo was tired and dizzy, it felt like he had to vomit and had pain everywhere. "This better be worth it." he thought while his left knee slowly began to dislocate.