Karl moves his position on the deamon's back to behind it's neck, and as the cultist retreated into the woods Karl lops off the deamon's head sending rolling across the ground blood spurting from it's severed neck. Pushing off from the deamon's back Karl flips landing deftly on his feet Karl rushes back to Ruinil just now remembering her condition. Upon reaching her Karl places his hand upon her and the same white glow from before emits from his hands and covers her body. Over what seems like an hour the wounds begin to close and Ruinil's breathing returns to a more normal rate, calling out to no-one in particular,"Well I've done all I can, so if someone who is a better healer than I can do something I would suggest you do it as soon as you can." Karl himself looks exhausted from the battle and the healing, he slumps against a nearby tree and nearly passes out.