Giffy rounded the thicket to meet up with Rem. Another bolt thudded against the trunk of the tree. Rem, not a true soldier, winced ever so slightly at the impact. The reasonable thing was that they could be trying to cover their heavier fellow with the big axe so he could close the gap or flank the rest of Cross' squad. That wouldn't be good. Whatever tactics they were using if they kept it up they would overwhelm the squad by numbers.

"Good to see you." Rem said quickly. He examined the limp. Not taking any extra time, he went through his satchel and pulled out a pre-made poultice. "Hold steady and stay still. This might sting." He moved the cut pants out of the way and slipped the bandage over. It would sting like hell for a moment before feeling great. Rem closed his eyes and placed a gentle hand over the portion that held the herbs. A soft yellow glow surrounded the hand, emitting a quiet and peaceful hum that was barely audible amidst the clash of weapons and mix of war cries. Just like his magic enhanced foliage to move to his advantage this too would increase in its capacity and speed to mend and heal.

Rem exhaled slowly before lifting the hand and leaning back against the tree. The orcs were getting really close. He needed to move before he was pinned. "Stay out of sight. Help me if you can. I'll peel them away from you." He plotted. With little time, he sprinted out. Rem moved through the trees and thickets in a circular pattern so he wouldn't stray too far from the group but would still be able to make distance from the orcs. He still had some mana left to exhaust for this fight but he needed to save it for just the right moment. Surely the orcs would continue being obedient to their bellowing leader and give chase.