Thankful for his elven reflexes, Lyn dodged just enough to only have his skull scratched, but the blood flowing from the wound obscured his vision. "Elune-ara!" He said, as he stumbled backwards, holding his arms up defensively, expecting to be hacked to pieces. But such wounds never came. Lyn blinked, barely able to see the corpse crash to the ground very close to him. The dog-eared person he had been healing was up, somewhat, leaning on his own sword. 

Coming over to the other injured man, Lyn placed a hand on him, promoting his recovery once again. His own wounds also began to clot and close, the pain resolving slowly into a soft ache. The elf looked around, seeing the ornate blade nearby. 

"Necromancy....disgusting.......freaks of nature." Kothar hissed.

"I agree. An evil art taught to this world untold ages ago by demons." The elf added. "This wicked magic still lingers like a curse." From a safe distance, he narrowed his eyes, taking a good look at the black blade. "Hmm... from where did this come?"