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[center][h1]"[color=00a651]Teller[/color]"[/h1]
Anton Duboi[/center]

Teller had been unable to participate in the battle with the bandit king. It was all he could do to help the wounded, those suffering from a stray arrow or crossbow bolt, and even a few who had severe wounds from a sharp sword or axe. He hadn't liked it, but Anton had been forced to choose between the healing or the harm that ruled his actions and nobody could do both at the same time. Everyone had no choice but to dedicate themselves to one or the other, or they risked doing neither. 
Anton was relieved when the fighting had come to and end and had overseen the wounded being rounded up and deposited near the formerly burning log. Now occupied by high ranking members of the Iron Rose, Fanilly herself, and other strong members, it was easier to give aid where it was needed. The man who had been cleaved in half by the remorseless king of the bandits still bled somewhere on the field but that was fate. Save what you could. 

Anton was crouched over a young woman, around the age of 27, her armor had been stripped off after a short sword had gouged her painfully in the ribs. A cloth covered her chest area as the doctor administered first a sedative to ease the girl into a short and painless sleep, and a small amount of his healing salve had been rubbed onto her wound when he had finished cleaning off the dirt and sewn the wound up tight. Within a few hours her wound would be healed but her broken ribs would need to be done with either a priests magic or naturally over time.
Teller waved at two men standing nearby to come over. They complied with haste when they realized he was the doctor. 

[color=39b54a]"I need both of you to gather up some stretchers. Anything can be used as long as its sturdy material. Tear up tents, find cots, strike the limbs off the nearby trees, whatever you have to do. If you find carts laying about that are still in working order please bring them too. The wounded might not be able to ride a horse back home." [/color]

The soldiers saluted and gathered a few extra hands before leaving to do their duty as members and friends to the injured. Teller wrapped the womans lower torso in bandages as best he could to prevent dirt from getting into the wound again, and with help from another, managed to put the womans shirt back on. 

The next patient was older. 45. Male. Graying beard and short haircut. Small gash to the forehead. Other injuries included a few scraped, a painful burn to the left leg where he had fallen into a campfire, and a barbed crossbow bolt had ripped through his wrist. The bolt was still in his flesh when the doctor approached. 

[color=f9ad81]"You the doc?"[/color] The man asked from his seated position, back resting on a nearby stump. 

[color=39b54a]"What gave it away." [/color]

The man sighed and lifted his arm for the doctor to see. [color=f9ad81]"I know the procedure. Save the numbing stuff for the ones that really hurt." [/color]

Teller oblidged and crouched down on his knee, the other knee was up so he could place the mans injured arm over it for a bit more stability. Grabbing the bolts head he looked at the man and nodded, waiting for the patient to brace himself. To his credit, the knight grabbed a piece of wood and stuffed it in his mouth and gave the nod.
Teller snapped the head off the flimsy wood stock of the bolt, eliciting a stifled groan of pain. Grasping the opposite end, he pulled out the arrow from the wound. Thankfully it was not heavily bleeding and nothing appeared to be fractured, so Teller again cleaned off the wound as best he could before applying a drop of the salve and wrapping the wound from his supply of bandages. At the going rate, he mused there would be just enough for everyone. 

[color=f9ad81]"Anything you can do for the leg?"[/color] The old man spat out the piece of wood and panted, bringing up his burned leg. The metal plating of his armor had suffered the most, sporting an oily black coating across what used to be polished metal, the leather straps had caught fire and fallen off as the other hard leather below the plating caught fire too. 

[color=39b54a]"Not gonna like this. Gonna have to cut the leather around your knee and peel it off the burn. Cleanin' this up isn't gonna be easy either so you're gonna have the stifle yourself a little longer. Sedative this time would be a good idea." [/color]Teller rambled as he reached into his pocket to grab the sharp scalpel. 

[color=f9ad81]"Do what you gotta do, I guess." [/color]The old man grabbed the wood again and steeled himself for what was to come.

Anton worked with his usual enthusiasm and skill, neatly cutting the leather before sliding the knife down the leg. The blade was razor sharp and tore the leather with ease until he finally managed to get the burned remains seperated enough to peel off the burnt area it had almost fused to from the heat. The skin below was an angry red and sensitive, sending painful spasms whenever just a slight breeze hit it, eliciting more gasps from the patient. The needle was in his thigh and numbing him to a point where it was safe to operate without fear of a twitch ruining his steady workmanship. Barehanded, Teller peeled off the burnt scraps methodically and applied a small amount of his salve across the afflicted areas as he went until the last bit of leather was removed. Bandages applied, wounds cleaned, and the soldier unconscious, the doctor moved on.

His next patient was a bit of an oddity. 

Marianne Delacroix was not injured in any way he could see but still was slumped over. Over exertion? Something to do with her magic? It was hard to tell as he approached. It was only thanks to the ramblings of one Tirel Yevan that Teller had any idea what the issue could be. So the mana exhaustion was the issue and likely a bit of physical exhaustion coupled in. They had just been in a fight. 

[@VitaVitaAR][@harinezumikouken]


Teller approached steadily, the hawk-beaked mask and the glass lenses hid any facial features but it was clear he wasn't an enemy. Taking in the scene rather quickly he spoke up as he crouched down next to Marianne, careful not to touch her after he noticed a tiny bit of static electricity spark on her hair. Glancing over at Tirel, he quickly surmised why he was sitting too.

[color=00a651]"No physical wounds visible on Female patient. Breathing appears to be normal, armor remains undamaged on the front end. Static electricity has rendered second patient in a similar downed state. Second patient appears to be in his very early twenties. Fatigued but otherwise no worse than the first. First patient however is not conscious."[/color]

Teller turned from Marianne and Tirel to view Ian. Now there was a piece of work. 

[color=39b54a]"Broken arm. Wounded pride?." [/color]Teller addressed Ian like livestock, approaching the cat earned fellow. [color=39b54a]"Something I can help with?"[/color] [@zetsuko]