[color=aquamarine]"Right, but you're still forgetting, killing the man would be a pain. Plus who knows what information he could have on another weapon or even other potential threats...but great job. Your magic is definitely more beneficial in battle than my inventions, better get working tonight on making better tools. That and see if I can mess around with that sword too...but another thing is that I need to deal with more important matters."[/color]

Pholus starts taking out a few medical herbs laughing a bit from seeing the faces of the townspeople...wondering why the hell they were acting fearful toward the woman who practically saved the town. Shaking his head still grinning, he heads over to Feon and was about to pour a sort of concoction from the herbs on her wound.

[color=aquamarine]"I'll wrap your open wounds up after I pour this on if you don't mind. Just has a few minor herbs and such...if you don't mind. And hey, you town folk who keep staring! Bugger off if you're not going to offer any help or information on this sword. Kinda rude to stare at people!"[/color]

He may have a smile on his face but his other free hand shows a bomb suddenly sliding out of his gauntlet and into his palm.

[@Cuccoruler]