[b]Blast Girl[/b]

The leafy bandage felt cool on Blast Girl's cut. It wasn't too deep or anything, so she was sure it'f be pretty quickly healed up when they got to the hall... she raised one hand and flashed the thumbs up to Rainmaker, grinning widely.

"Thanks!"

She began to follow after the heroine, glancing back at the tied villains and henchmen. Even if Locust got away, she felt a sense of satisfaction at seeing the various bad guys down for the count. They'd never be able to hurt or threaten anyone ever again, that was for sure! And the bad guys who got away, well, they'd get taken down for sure, that was inevitable! Justice would win out, every time!

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[b]Charlotte[/b]

Charlotte placed her palm above the wound, and nodded.

"That sounds good to me. If I can bypass those big lugs and bomb the shield we have a straight shot to get the hostages," she replied, before her focus returned to the injury. Healing magic, well, that wasn't too much of a struggle for her. Sure it required some medical knowledge and knowledge of the wound that you were trying to heal, but Charlotte got what she needed just from looking at it. It was a pretty nasty burn, but she could handle it. Besides, she'd weaved healing magic into her own body at this point, healing someone else wasn't that big of a challenge as long as she had a moment.

"May this flesh, so ruined, be restored," she said. It was a quick incantation designed for wounds that weren't severe enough to be fatal. The more severe an injury the longer an incantation, and the more focus, would be required. For this, well... as long as the spell worked properly, the flesh would begin to repair, knitting itself together. A cooling sensation would spread from the site of the repairing burn, soothing the fiery pain caused by the wound. "Unless our noble trainers stat moving the goalposts. Given their conduct so far, anything's possible."

Oh, hey. Someone obnoxiously loud had just appeared nearby and run right up to them. And asked one of the most completely stupid moron questions anyone could ever ask. Did he have eyes? Was his vision so obscured by those dumb sunglasses that he didn't see the burn Charlotte was healing?

"How do you think it's going, genius?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Or can you not tell a burn victim when you see one? I mean, given the volume of your entrance I can't say my hopes for your intelligence are very high."