[h1][center][color=ed1c24][b]A Royale With Cheese[/b][/color][/center][/h1]
[h2][center][color=ed1c24]Canal District, Opposite side of the Canal from the Cite[/color][/center][/h2]

Andrews silently cursed to himself as he cobbled together a wicker doll with some dog hair in it. He had just begun the incantation to contract a demon of hellfire when Jangar reached out to him.

[color=ed1c24][i]"Sorry, I'm a few hundred meters away between buildings. Try to keep the collateral damage to a minimum. You need healing, don't you?"[/i][/color]

He took out a a vial of sand and dumped it onto the ground in front of him. He quickly drew something that resembled a stick figure holding his hands up. It was Yeii, or the Talking God, a benevolent protector deity healers invoked through sandrawings. In truth all he was doing was a basic healing spell with an extra step, but this allowed him to heal at a distance by tying the ritual to the ground Jangar was standing on.  Waves of healing energy would momentarily snake across the ground and shoot up through Jangar's feet. Andrews put the vial back into his coat next to the remaining ones he had. He'd have to be careful not use them up. 

[color=ed1c24][i]"Try to keep it busy. The Master might fatigue and retreat. If not, I'll have some demonfire cooked up to roast 'em. Just hold out for...a little less than a minute?"[/i][/color]

He took a breath and restarted his contracting...

[color=ed1c24][i]"Please let my world be realised..."[/i][/color]

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[@King Cosmos][@floodtalon]