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Pox had taken to the streets, encouraging others to get into their homes, as if the explosion wouldn't do that all by itself.  Initially Pox had figured that the Dragon Heart Guild saw the 'bandits' and opened things up with a bang.  Pox knew that it was a stupid idea to have them fight, at the village.  An ambush in surrounding marshlands or among the open field could play to their strengths, particularly if they had prepared the field before hand, but after Pox sent out the message, they must have moved in to start to harass the weakened town and take other shipments as they arrived.  Maybe something else was going on.  It was hard to tell these days.

Pox had moved the crowd aside and heard the inevitable sounds of battle and magic.  Gun magic, bombs.  It was like a warzone.  The guilds must be going all out with eachother.  As Pox turned the corner, he was horrified as his keen mind picked up on what was going and what happened.  The smoldering crater that was a wagon was surrounded with the groaning injured bodies of robed men, Spider Legs uniforms, worn to intimidate and hide their identities.  The explosion wiped away near an entire crop of plants.  Such devastation for something that was mostly hidden.

Did Dragon Heart do this?  He mentioned the wagons containing the medicine and yet, it was a secured location.  Some of the bodies seemed to be strewn with bits of food, mugs.  These men weren't in battle.  Was it a preemptive strike, using the wagon as a central location for an attack to remove the majority of the opposition?

The other option filled Pox with a feeling of rage and disgust.  It was a tactic he's seen before.  Using prospects and foot soldiers as your holding force for an enemy, and then have them swept up in the collateral damage.  It was a foolish and needlessly cruel tactic.  But thats why they are called dark guilds...

Still Pox couldn't let this stand.  He went from the safety of a corner of a building and made the dash to the remains of the wheat field, ducking low and keeping his head down.  The bulk of the battle, explosions, rocks, hammers, swords clashing against eachother ringed less than fifty meters away.  He attempted to get to the body of a fallen Spider closest to him.  His dark leather robed uniform and odd mask would no doubt peg him as one of the Dark Guilds members at a distance.  His mask would be recognizable as Apothecary, but they weren't in that country.

Regardless, he accepted the risk.  [color=green]"Flash Heal."[/color]  He used a weaker one of his spells, his hand sparking with bits of light and a bright glow shining from underneath the poor Spider.

[color=violet]"Wh-wha happened?"[/color]  The magic was enough to alleviate some of the pain and heal over some of the scratches, letting the man regain some of his faculties.  

Pox gave him no time to recover as he got his hands under the mans arms to drag him out of harms way.  [color=green]"You'll be alright, just keep your head down and stay quiet."[/color]  This would be the doctor's routine until the injured was out of danger.  He had to focus on the battle while tending the casualties, less a stray spell make things... difficult.