[hr][hr][center][h3][color=d19f6a][b]Ed Penior[/b][/color][/h3]
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[b][color=d19f6a]Location:[/color][/b] Space Jail
[b][color=d19f6a]Skills:[/color][/b] Sympathetic: Healing
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Ed hissed as he was shot. His shield dropped as he was unable to maintain concentration on it. Shit. He mentally cursed. Annie had been shot too and she was half carrying him. He needed to heal both of them, but it would be easier when they weren't being shot at. 

[color=d19f6a]"Are you okay?"[/color] He asked feeling bad for using her to steady himself. On the plus side, the contact with her would make healing her easier, if he could concentrate enough for it. He pulled his magic up, it was a struggle. The magic was distant and weak. There was no way he'd be able to heal both of them. 

Ed let the magic flow from his fingers into Annie. Not even directing it at her wound specifically, just into her. His side ached. And when the magic stopped he worried for a moment that he had reached too far. Pushed himself just enough to break whatever part of his x-gene that gave him his magic. He wanted to be upset about that, but the pain was enough that he couldn't be bothered. He'd worry about it later. When he wasn't being shot at.