"I see. Bartenders are simple, but hard to handle."
Furnace listened to Separ apologise and wondered what he meant.
Had they made a pact before saying he wouldn't fight bartenders?
Breaking a sword with bare hands sounded strange.
"Wouldn't you just use a hammer or heavy blade for something like that?"
Furnace put his hands together again and reignited the white golden coil of lightning between his palms.
"Relax the muscles in your hand."
He held his hands around the cuts on Separ's knuckles.
Bright sparks jumped from his left hand onto the cuts and ran along the edges of wounded flesh until they reached his other hand.
The current of positive energy tingled pleasantly, and Separ could feel a comfortable warmth flow from his hand through his body.
Surging trough his muscles he felt an energising boost.
The wounds closed further, fading the scars further. Showing only thin white lines.
"The scars fade with more healing."
Furnace explained while he healed the other hand.
When he was done Furnace stepped back and the lights flickered out.
"How do you feel now?"
