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[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I'll stay back and pelt them with fire if they fire on us, and heal everyone otherwise."

[GreatWyrmGold]

a costume that's basically a black super suit with white on the hands and feet. With the mask, maybe have white spots on my eyes and mouth

Ah, thanks.

[Spinal_Taper]

Sigurd glances around at the others, looking slightly outraged.
"What did he hit me with? And why aren't you healing me?!"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Because I'm concentrating on making sure neither of us gets shot. If I get shot, then I can't heal you, and if you get shot, you die and I can't revive you."

[Spinal_Taper]

"If... If you won't heal me, can you tell me something?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Sure, let us get back to cover so I CAN heal you. I'd rather not get my head blown off, that'd be inconvenient."

[Spinal_Taper]

Sigurd places his hand over the bullet hole, and walks back to the crumpled metal they had hid behind earlier. He gives Richard a confused stare.
"What magic did he hit me with?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"It's called an armor-piercing bullet. Fired at the speed of about 20 miles an hour, or in your terms, a lightning bolt. That thing was teflon alloy, made to pierce small armor and bulletproof vests. Now, stay still. Titania!"

Richard evoked the Fairy Queen into being so he could begin healing the Norse demigod.

[The Fool]

Tomcat lost his balance, falling unceremoniously backwards. His leg wound was clearly not going to close on its own. More blood poured from his leg as the mists condensed slightly more around him. He called out to Richard in a bit of a daze. "Hey Richard, when you have a moment can you heal me? I don't think this is going to stop on its own anymore."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Titania, heal my allies!

The Fairy Queen nodded and uttered an unintelligible incantation.

The bullet wounds of both Sigurd and Tomcat were healed in a near instant, but Tomcat would need more healing; presumably he was not as robust as a demigod, unless being of the Order of Samael made him so.

At least, that's what Richard knew.

[Spinal_Taper]

Sigurd runs his hands over his newly healed wounds, then stands up.
"Thank you, young one. Now then, to battle!"
Sigurd begins running to the door, but stumbles a moment, and grabs the scarred area of his stomach.

[The Fool]

Tomcat stands up, checking to see what condition his leg was in. The mists around him began to dissipate and the quiet screams subsided as the blood on his left leg dried. He walked towards Richard, hopping once or twice to test his legs. It wasn't perfect, but he could probably keep up with the League on foot. "It's better, Richard, but I don't think I can scout for him without reopening the wound. Unless our new friends managed to keep up I think we're out of luck."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"It's not perfect healing. I have a feeling than if I used Titania more I'd be able to heal better, but this'll do for now."

[Spinal_Taper]

Sigurd walks back to his allies, grumbling a little as he grasps at his stomach.
"Bad idea, bad idea."
He walks over to one of the walls, and sits by the wall.
"Let's hope they get him. I hope to pay him back for this."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Sigurd, stay back. I'll guard you, you're in no condition to fight."