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"Aghhgg!"

Multiple lacerations all across the torso, most shallow but a few had managed to penetrate deep in the Adventurer blessed flesh, forcing warm blood to soak into torn gambeson and gleaming mail. Were this man a mere normal warrior he would be already dead like so many others, instead his vitality forced him awake even as his life force seeped into the ground. The man spasmed in agony even as a few others helped him pin him down as some of the clerics cast their spells on him, the poison flowing from open wounds as the man cried, he was lucky to have received Ascension enough times to deserve this treatment, there were many others already on the solid underneath who weren't as lucky.

After a small eternity, the wounds of the man were fully closed, and without a word, he rose and went to rejoin the fight. Already he could see the next patient entering the small area they had set to tend to the few lucky wounded that were valuable enough to be considered assets.

He grunted as he lifted his anchor again and went to observe the situation again, the retreat had been sounded and they were engaging in retreat, it was... irking to yield ground but he was aware of the plan, already he could see some of the retreating mages preparing the next stage. The worry in his gut was staggering, like an empty abyss that ate everything else and threatened to split him right down the middle, but he swallowed it down like old bile. Doubt was a slow poison, and he had no time for it. The battle had no time for it.

[quote=@Zool]
[colour=Pink]“James!”[/colour] She hung on to the platform with one hand, using her feet to struggle up and get her elbow and forearm on, then she got help from some mages who pulled her up.  [colour=Pink]“James.  Can you fix my arm?”[/colour]  Perhaps she would have joked and asked for a few pints of blood too, but she was struggling to keep conscious now that she was out of immediate danger.  [colour=Pink]“Please hurry, my friend."[/colour]  She was panicking, aware that she was fading quickly and might be forced to retreat without the Rabbits.  [colour=Pink]"I need to get back down there.”[/colour]
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The scream forced the blood in his veins, the only reason [i]she[/i] could be here...

He forced himself to look anyway and was drowned in relief and worry in equal measure, the damage was bad, but it was also mostly concentrated on the arm, so while she was at risk of losing too much blood it was an easily solvable problem.

He still reacted appropriately.

"Shit! Mac!"

He was by her side in a second, listening to her blabbering [i](A concussion? No, blood loss)[/i] with one ear but mostly focusing on her arm. It was a mess, but a fixable mess, no broken bones, and the lack of strong smell [i](Besides the blood)[/i] suggested a lack of poison. Not that he was going to risk.

"Leave it to me!" Immediately he directed his attention to one of the mages he recognized "Ghunter give me a red and a green quickly" For a moment he feared the other cleric would bring up the fact that those supplies were meant for the mages but thankfully the other men complied.

The following treatment was harrowing, the first point was the application of the tourniquet to stop the blood loss and prevent hypovolemic shock, he ended up needing help to restrain Mackenzie as it was applied, luckily one of the nearby clerics had some numbing agent but it was still an agonizing if quick procedure. The next was the cleaning of the wound, a grotesque necessity interrupted only by the direct application of blood production and anti-poison potions. Once the limb was clean the next step was the recordation of the limb, he had to be aided by some of the most experienced clerics to make sure the arm was properly aligned as they proceeded to bandage it, one of the special bandages produced by the Druids in preparation for the siege, its hardening properties were meant to help guide healing bones but Mackenzie's arm was so ruined the extra help was needed.

Then, and only then could he finally cast his [i]Lesser Restore[/i], had he skipped all other steps they would have run the risk of shock happening or worse, the arm healing wrong. As it was the arm would be close to unusable for at least a few minutes, but by that point, he hoped the potions would have helped Mac regain enough of her vitality.