Jesse stiffled a laugh as the other white mage charged off, ready to dive into the fray. Perhaps the two of them would get along, Jesse wondered making sure to stick close to Jacob as he ran, though it wasn't exactly the easiest endeavor. Jacob seemed to be in rather good shape. Jesse, not so much. The school quickly disappeared behind them as they moved closer and closer towards the hellscape before them.
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Jesse parted from Jacob immediately as they found the injured. "Charos," Jesse commanded, the deathly apparition appearing by his side. The being would gather the nearest injured, prioritizing the heavily injured. Jesse set up shop by an elderly man who's legs had been sheared off by debris, Jesse could only guess. "Now don't worry," Jesse said softly, putting a hand against the man's head, holding him down slightly. "We're gonna get you back together..." He nearly whispered, placing his hand above the oozing stumps. Tendrils of white energy wrapped around the wound and slowly reached out, taking a hold of the severed limbs and began dragging them back to their owner. "You'll be able to walk again, I promise you." Jesse smiled gently at the man, looking him directly in the eyes as the tendrils began to pull the severed parts back together and reattach the legs in full. When the process was done, he turned to find Charos waiting patiently with another person, this time a middle aged woman, whose face was horribly charred.
"Thank you Charos, carry on." Jesse said flatly, laying the woman down on a clear patch of ground. The deep scars and melted skin slowly began to return to their original state, the process already beginning to drain him. He wouldn't have enough energy to take care of the horribly maimed and the less-so injured. "Charos," Jesse instructed as the being brought forth a young man who had a deep gouge in his leg that leaked like a broken faucet. "Please bring him and others like him to the man I met earlier." Jesse looked toward Jacob then, yelling to the man "My summon is going to bring you injured! I'm going to focus on people who have been dismembered or similarly injured and I don't have enough energy to help everyone else as well." Jesse could only hope the other white mage would be able to help those he could not as he moved on to another man whose leg had been separated at the knee. His shirt was already smeared in the blood of the injured, the red standing out against his white collared shirt. 'I must look like a mad surgeon' he sighed, closing his eyes to focus.