[u]Nicholas Raynor[/u]

And so he continued on, deeper into the jungle, his black shirt beginning to become from sweat as humidity in the area definitely caused his body to react, along with the sprinting pace he was going with. Eventually, he lifted his brow upwards, coming to a halt, and wiping the sweat from his brow. He didn't want to feel the stinging of sweat coming from it. However, the flame on his forehead had almost gone out. Not because it was weak, mind you, but rather, because he wanted to conserve his power. What if there were those who were wounded and needed his help? It would be senseless for him to come this way and waste all of his ability on himself.

And then that's when he saw it. Two individuals, holding what looked like a few others, coming this way. One looked...strange. Like a black creature that was more akin to a monstrosity than a human in any sort. To say the least, if it hadn't been for the flame continuously giving him confidence, the young Nicholas would be frightened, or at least perturbed, to say the least. The other seemed to be a girl who had a strange hunch to her and...strange, arms? Huh. He tilted his head at first, but shook his head. Now was not the time to be standing still. This was why he had come this far.

“Excuse me, are those people injured?” He quickly asked, moving in front of the young lady specifically. Quickly, he snapped his fingers. He didn't need to look over them long to find his answer. The girl hunched student was carrying looked particularly off. Noting the vomit from her mouth and the wetness of her clothes, there was no doubt that she had some negative exposure to the ocean. He could work with this. As his fingers snapped, a bright flame engulfed his right hand, white in color and beginning to already spread out over Theresa's body as he quickly placed his right hand on her stomach as he did so, closing his eyes to focus. All too quickly, the flames began to mend the broken bones in her body, along with any other injuries she might have stained, anything from bruises to cuts. The smallest of things. Within a good thirty seconds, the flames vanished, revealing a fully healed Theresa.

The young man sighed, feeling the strain from the healing process and moving to sit down by a nearby tree. “F-forgive me for my intrusion, but...ya know, the hurt need to be treated, ya know? I don't know what all you did over there, but whatever it was...it -had- to be rough. I don't usually get this tired from my powers...” He noted, stopping to take in a breath in between the pauses he made. Ugh...well, at least he had done -something-. “I-is...there anything else I can do to help?”