[center][h3]Iddin[/h3][/center]
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Iddin takes a deep breath, adjusting in to the pain of his wound. He steps out into the hallway, seeing Lyun fighting ahead. The priest makes a quick calculation. Just barely in reach...

[b]Iddin:[/b] [i]"By grace of Zuzu, the breath of his faithful holds."[/i]

Iddin strides forward, a small trail of blood behind. Wind whispers through his regalia. The steady beat resumed. The theurg stoops, takes a handful of sand, blown towards Lyun. Iddin stood his staff firmly besides Lyun and drummed an increasingly fast, urgent, complex rhythm with his free hand.

[b]Iddin:[/b] [i]"The warrior holds the fetid horde at bay! Their brutish weapons defile his flesh in turn. Let it be undone! Let Zuzu grant a speedy return. Set upon his injuries, unrealized glass!"[/i]

The burning sand whips around Lyun and flows into his skin. It seeps into wounds, staining red, and writhes to fill the holes. Iddin smacks the staff with his palm and goes silent. The sand hardens into flesh born anew.

[center][sub][i]Iddin moves to 9-25, casting Heal on Lyun. Lyun gains 11 VIT. Iddin gains 21 EXP and 1 Theurgy EXP, losing 1 Heal durability.[/i][/sub][/center]