Pona had high hopes after Mao got in a quick combo and knocked his monstrous opponent down, but they quickly sank afterwards. Even so, interfering didn’t seem necessary, as the Mountain was apparently quite professional: he knew he could win without killing the poor kid. The healer winced as Mao was smashed, his firebending began to fade, and before long it was all over. “Damn…” she whispered at the final blow to the head, counting herself lucky that the firebender had landed not far from where she sat. He seemed incredibly dazed from the blow, probably unable to walk, so Pona made some quick decisions, slung Mao over her shoulder with a little difficulty, and brought him out into the sunlight. “There now, I bet that feels better already,” she said to him quietly, while searching out what she needed. An odd scene was laid out before her, though, and it was proving quite a distraction. A motorcycle on its side, with skid marks leading several meters back, two guys on the ground, and a third, a rather nonplussed young woman from what she could tell, was standing over them.
The firebender on her shoulder was getting heavier by the second, and Pona finally had to put him down. She helped to steady him on his feet, and continued to walk over to the crash. “Hey,” she said, “It looks like you had a nasty crash here... Um, anyone hurt? As you might be able to guess from the punch-drunk young man next to me, I’m a healer.” They immediately pointed to Nong, still on the ground and clutching his obviously broken arm. “Right,” the healer said with a sigh, and proceeded to prepare an area to heal him. Spreading out the blanket she had in her pack, she helped Nong lay down on it. She explained to him that he may feel a bit cold, but in a moment the pain would be gone, and then softly touched three very specific areas, on his shoulder, his forarm, and the center of his palm. The boy’s labored face cleared up immediately, and he tried to get up, thinking she was done, and how incredible she was that she healed it that fast, but she gently pushed him back down. “That was the easy part,” she told him, and prepared her healing water from the skin on her back. The water glowed the familiar silvery blue, and sank into Nong’s arm. For a couple of minutes, it seemed nothing was happening, but then there was an almost sickening Pop!, and the healer removed her hands and the water, looking very slightly fatigued.
She sat the boy up, saying “Phew, there you go. I’ve set the bone back into place, and jumpstarted the natural healing process. After a couple of days, you’ll be right as rain.” As she spoke, she was wrapping the broken arm with cloth, setting up a makeshift sling. At the very end, after Nong was standing, she brought back the feeling in his arm with the same three points. He seemed to be expecting terrible pain, and let out a sigh of relief when it didn’t come. Pona smiled at him, and then quickly got Mao to lie down on the blanket. “You, my fierce firebending friend, are hurting in too many places to just numb up an arm. You’re going to have to get through the pain. I’m sure you’ll be fine, though. You’re a tough cookie.” She laughed very slightly, and began to heal, starting with the head injury. A nasty raised bruise had formed, so she swiftly massaged the area with her water, reducing it to a very small spot. Next up was the major wound on his chest, where he had been hit head-on with a large rock. That one took more time, as she had to sense through the chi patterns to figure out if there was any internal damage, to the lungs or ribs. “Ah, yep, there’s one,” she muttered to herself, having found a broken rib, and proceeded to bind it back into place. There were other, superficial wounds on Mao, Nong, and the as of yet unnamed third guy, so she quickly cleared all of those up as best she could, and called it a day.
“You two looked like my sons- excuse me, my employer’s sons, laying there all cut up and bruised,” she said, giving her light laugh, before looking over at Mao and getting down to business. “Now that you’re mostly better, Mao, I have something I need to talk to you about. You might not have heard, but there have been several murders in the Upper and Middle rings over the past couple of months, and just yesterday, the killers took Tuen… We've talked before, you and I, and you know that those boys are like sons to me, brothers at the very least. I’m going to hunt for the killers. I almost set out alone, but I remembered you, that you could be an asset in a fight, and came down here to recruit you. Will you help me? I know the orphanage needs you, but there has to be some way I can make sure it and Lady Hope are safe while you’re gone. Is there?” She had softened, and had a very obviously hopeful look on her face, waiting for his answer.