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20/13|Male/Male|Reinforcement, Beast
Mystic, Melee|Duplication, Tentacles|Deity
Enhanced Sustenance, Awareness, Masculinity, Fated, Sorcery, Gifted, Absolute Direction
Paragon, Blessing, Clergy, Mana Fount, Gifted Item
Arrogance, Unknown, Loud, Big Brother
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If there was one thing Alexander loved about his tails, it was how disposable they were. No amount of damage done to them could put his life in danger. Oh sure, it could hurt like a bitch, but that was all it really did. Fortunately, anger was a hell of a painkiller. "[color=aba000]It just never fucking ends, does it?[/color]" he seethed as he quickly patched up the damaged tail with magic. While he wanted to charge into the incoming soldiers and fuck them up, he had noticed someone take some really nasty hits. As much as he wanted to just leave it to the other healers, he just couldn't get the sight of a dead body on the floor of a throne room out of his mind.

With a flare of magic, he was off to the girl who had gotten shot, and her friend who was keeping her up straight. Before anything else, Alexander threw up a barrier around them to keep them covered "[color=aba000]Hold her still for me[/color]" he didn't actually need her still, but thought that letting the friend feel like she was helping would make her feel better...or something. Alexander got to work healing his patient, fixing the wounds in her shoulder and chest '[color=aba000][i]Geez, these look nasty[/i][/color]' healing magic or no, Alexander wasn't a doctor. He couldn't tell for sure, but he [i]thought[/i] that the chest wound looked lethal. But between the wound being partially covered up by clothing, and his lack of a medical degree, he could only guess. "[color=aba000]There, she's not going to die[/color]" he said when he finished up.

With his conscience satisfied, he let the barrier down and let his magic run while through his body as red markings began to appear on his body. Swelling with power, he drew his weapons and let out even more tails, while layering his body with a forcefield. He charged into the oncoming solider, a murder blender made of fluff and rage.