The remaining fighter, while apparently looking for a challenge, somehow figured out that I was capable of casting curing magic, and he ran right for me, great sword in hand, and I didn't really see that coming, given that I assumed he was going to attack Dorisma, the strongest member in our group. I tried to dodge, but he still managed to get me, damaging my armor, and cutting me across the chest. Thankfully, the cut wasn't deep enough to hit anything vital, but it still hurt like heck. I wanted to attack him, right then and there, but he was already back at Dorisma by the time I really knew what was going on. [i]Ugh... why'd he have to attack ME first? Is it because I'm the only healer? Guess I'd better get used to having a target painted on my back if I'm going to keep using healing magic...[/i] I thought as I tried my best to bandage myself up, if only to stop the bleeding... thankfully, it actually worked, but I had to take a few pieces of cloth from my cloak in order to do so. Given the color of the cloth-bandage, I guess the blood won't actually show up, but I didn't really want to have to try to sew it back together, even if it still looked relatively normal after this. The fighter just looked at me, smile plastered on his face as if he knew that what he did could have ended a LOT worse for me... as if he was holding back just to get me to worry about the fight. No, I knew we still had him cornered, and outnumbered... there wasn't anything he could do. He was going to fall in battle, if not by me, then perhaps by Miles' aim, Deravan's speed, Trey's magic, or Dorisma's brute strength.