Emmerich grunted slightly as he was healed. "It should be fine," he mused. "Just need to rest it for a day or two and it will be fine." He surmised, flexing his hand with no sign of difficulty.

Of course, the same could not be said of his little protegé facing down the bandit leader. He may have gotten a few swings in, but Felix was clearly being pushed back. In fact, he was on the ground. And the bandit was facing away from the others. His back like a big old target.