[center][h2][b]Kareet of Arcaeda[/b][/h2][/center]

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Kareet seemed to pay little mind to Kerchak’s objections. They needed to show their healing capabilities, and she felt this was the most expedient method of providing a clear demonstration. Regardless, Kerchak did as she had asked, so once she was appropriately numb, she reached out her other hand towards her bag and magnetized her knife into it. It had a weighty blade, and from a Human perspective, looked to be more like a machete. 

While Kareet’s intentions were likely plain at this point, she did not give much time for objections. She laid her hand flat on the table, then delivered a single, heavy chop straight to her own wrist. She aimed well, and the cut was clean to sever the hand from her arm. Kareet looked up from the table at Vigdis, maintaining eye contact with a calm, collected expression. She had felt no pain, nor any other sensation from the act, and while there was blood, the bleeding was not nearly so severe as it should have been for such an injury. Without that, there was a fairly clear view of the torn muscles, bones, and severed tendons within her wrist, if one could stand to look for long enough.

“Now, Kerchak, regrow my hand, if  you please.” Kareet said with a brief glance to the Life mage.