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He glanced upwards as Misaki made her exclamation. With a stony look of concentration on his face her made an almost casual gesture towards the sky. An arc of rippling azure fire streaked skyward and then the wizard appeared to simply stand there, sagging weakly as if that single conjuring took everything her had.

With the illusion set Quick Ben walked towards the wounded man, invisible. His favourite game, appearing inept and telentless. Hardly a threat if such a show of force was an undue effort. It is easy for others, man and beast alike, to think less of those they consider below them.

Under the cover of his illusions he crouched down. Not good, as bad as anything he had seen an the battlefield. With another gesture and a lot more concentration and effort than that small unleashing of Tellas he focused his Denul into the wound, laboriously knitting together torn flesh. The mental pain would remain, the shock and trauma of such an injury.