[center][h2]James Hunt|Phoenix Wing Training Area[/h2][/center]
[center][@Invisible Man][@Caits][@t2wave][@Shikaru][@Burthstone][/center]

James heard the call for help before the shield reached it's mark and it seemed to travel back to him instantly as he sheathed his sword. He could practically feel the pain the wounded was in from here, which was odd considering it hadn't happened before. Dismissing the thought for the time being, he headed brusquely towards the Guild Hall. [color=Navy]"Sorry, but duty and honor call."[/color] Beckoning to Artemis, he headed inside and immediately located the wounded girl.

He wasted no time, running to the girl and kneeling, gently pushing Sasha out of the way as his hands were enveloped in a golden glow. He muttered to himself as he worked, his hands moving to each wound. [color=Navy]"Head wound needs tending to first, but will require follow up healing as I tend to the smaller cuts. Definitely a concussion, what fool let her sleep? Doesn't matter, needs tending to right away. Sprained wrist on the right hand, cracked ribs..."[/color] He continued on like this for several minutes before standing up and raising a hand over her chest, a ball of his golden light building in it. [color=Navy]"Punctured lung, explains the breathing. Hands of Healing!"[/color]

The golden ball fell into her chest and, after several seconds, her breathing became less shallow and more normal and James went back to dealing with the smaller wounds. [color=Navy]"When you done with the boy, Mayt, he and I need to talk."[/color]