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[b]Augustus Colonel[/b]


Gus sighed and dropped his guard, crossing both arms across his chest. From the way the lass ran it seemed like this had been either a mutual fight or she had instigated it. That and this was the fire class, he reminded himself, so fights like these were common enough as he'd been told. Something about the element they wielded made them all volatile powder kegs. No sense crying over lost time. Gus turned to the teacher and shrugged rather sheepishly, cheeks red with embarrassment. Kessinger knew why he was here and Gus figured he should do his job and leave as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Sorry for the trouble, sir." 

Gus approached the downed figure of Vlad and examined the wounds he had suffered. Burned arm from a fireball, a nasty bump on his head, and his nose was likely a whole new kind of pain for the lad. The big man at least had the sense to be ashamed of himself for striking his fellow student unprovoked. 
Getting to work was simple as Gus placed his hand lightly on the area of the burn and felt the blood respond to his command. Normally blood worked pretty basic, carrying oxygen and clotting up to stop bleeding, but in the hands of a wielder of blood energies it could be stimulated to numb pain, ease muscles, knit flesh, even speed up the natural regeneration of the body. Though not as highly skilled as his father was, Augustus was still able to take away the pain from Vlad and reduce the swelling from the hammer entirely. As for the burned arm, that was a bit trickier. Focusing on the boys own blood, Gus sent its natural healing process into an accelerated pace. Within minutes the boys burns were starting to fade. 

"That's about all I can do for him, Mr.Kessinger. I apologize for the disruption. I'll see to the young lady in the hall about her own wounds and send her back in after." 

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Gus exited the office and closed the door behind him without looking ahead and practically ran over Madison. 

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't see you!" 

Gus held both hands up like he was being robbed. Obviously a bit flustered and a tad bit shy, he shuffled past the girl into the hallway before taking a deep breathe to calm himself. Not a day into his own classes and already he had injured a student. 

"Apologies, miss. I-I'm sure you didn't.. uh.. need any, you know.. help." Fumbling for words and fidgeting his hands, he continued. "T-the wounds you suffered today. I can fix them for you. I mean, if you want me to, some people prefer to heal naturally, and I totally understand that! But again I would be happy to be of assistance."

Gus was already sweating like a stuffed pig and a bright red, though if asked he would say it was a warm climate area and deny his own feelings of extreme nervousness in the presence of a young lady.