[center][h1][color=#EEE8AA]Ezekiel Kel[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=#EEE8AA]Location:[/color][/i] Bus Stop -- Pasadena, Texas
[color=#EEE8AA]Skills: Healing; [/color] [/center]
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	The Cyclops came after him again after Janelle successfully slayed her own beast. Kristin seemed to get her second wind though and got the last beast down after they both dodged a shot from him. Ezekiel breathed out a sigh of relief and then quickly sucked in a breath as his broken ribs made their presence known again. He set his pack down, pushing the hilt of his sword so it retracted back to the sun key chain. He slipped that into his pocket and pulled out a spare shirt that he tore and then began the painful process of bandaging himself up to hold his ribs as together as he could. After that was accomplished, he turned to Kristin who looked like she was about to pass out. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]”Just keep breathing as evenly as you can,”[/color] Ezekiel encouraged her. This wasn’t the first time Ezekiel had healed Kristin and it likely wouldn't be the last. He placed hands over where she was bleeding and stopped that completely before he healed up the broken bones. Now if only Ezekiel could heal himself. [color=#EEE8AA]”Drink some water if you have it,”[/color] he told Kristin.
Ezekiel dug around in his pack again until he found ambrosia and took a couple bites. 
	[color=#EEE8AA]”Janelle, do you want some ambrosia? It will help with the pain if you have anything,”[/color] he told her. Ezekiel had gotten preoccupied with his own fighting so he wasn’t sure if Janelle had sustained any serious injuries other than scraps and bruises.