[center][h3]Iddin[/h3][/center]
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At last the priest caught up with Siris. Iddin shook his staff, bringing a pile of sand into his left hand. He considered for a moment... and decided this one needs a lesson. Iddin dug his hand into Siris' wounds, covering them in sand. And he threw in a short threat, for good measure.

[b]Iddin:[/b] [i]"Idiots have short lives in dangerous company. May Zuzu remind you of the pain of flesh, as it grows anew! For he shall not preserve folly among the eternal gallery."[/i]

Iddin swings his left hand, dripping with blood, over Siris' head. The shrill whistle boils the sand into Siris, patching skin and internals back together. The remaining blood crystallizes, falling down Siris' armor to the ground. Shards likewise fall off Iddin's hand as he looks around, surveying for the next injured mercenary.

[center][sub][i]Iddin moves to 11-16, casting Heal on Siris. Siris gains 11 VIT. Iddin gains 21 EXP and 1 Theurgy EXP, losing 1 Heal durability.[/i][/sub][/center]