[b][color=f6989d]Sister Marta Rocha[/color]

Diamond Island Convention and Exhibition Center, The City of Phnom Penh - 11/11/2022[/b]

Before the Soldiers' bullets could perforate Nil, Marta suddenly jumps before her, holding a gauntlet of radiant whites and greens.

[color=f6989d]"Thirty-Three Seconds exactly! Everyone, hang in just a moment longer-"[/color]

In the very moment in which heavy lead riddles the Sister's skull, a radiant light flashes throughout the room. In that instant, all injuries simply vanish as flesh reknits itself. Bruises disappear into thin air as inflammation is erased, and even fatigue is eliminated as ischemic muscles return to perfect rest. Everyone within 33 meters is completely and perfectly healed.

Marta staggers in place, fighting the horrible pain as several bullets are pushed out of her now-untouched cranium. One step later second fusillade hits and her teeth crack from the sheer pressure needed to stop herself from crying out. One more flash of verdant green, and they're restored, alongside the bits of intestine that had gone flying. Tearing a strip of cloth from her habit with her teeth, she bites down hard as she rushes the soldiers. One more flash, then another, then another, she bulls through the hail of bullets, tears streaming from boggled eyes.

The frontline soldiers balk in temporary astonishment; all the time she needs to deliver a devastating gut punch, grab the soldier and trip him over her, grappled to serve as a shield.

Then, she allows herself to scream in agony.