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Nathimys started to run towards the man as he swung his sword, a powerful gust of air hitting him square in the chest, and well, the everywhere else. Nathimys was blown back like a ragdoll for a few feet, then managed to turn the momentum into a backflip, landing on the ground rather easily. Nathimys would've ran at the man again, if he had not disappeared moments later, bidding them all Adieu. Nathimys scowled, clipping his claws back into place at his sides.

His scowl persisted, plastered on to his face for the next few moments. Nathimys looked up at the scene, a man and two women were standing over a woman who was sitting down. The victim? Probably so, considering the fact she is covered in scrapes from the man who refuses to get stabbed at this moment in time. Nathimys curled his fists into tight balls at the thought of it.

"Hmmmm... we should get someone who knows healing magic to help you,"

“That would be a wise choice. Unless someone here happens to be a healer…?”

"I mean, I've got magic, but it's not healing magic. Maybe. Probably."
Upon hearing this, Nathimys's scowl slowly sunk away, replaced with a blank expression. Nathimys stepped towards the injured woman, saying "I'm a healer, as long as you don't mind losing sight in one eye." His tone was serious, although he didn't mean it. He knelt down, taking out a vial of water from the inside of his cloak. Wordlessly, he put his hand and held the woman's head up, pouring the water over his hand. The water flowed over his hand and onto her skin, glowing a pale green colour as he used his Support Etra- Heal. It flowed over the wounds, speeding up the blood clotting and skin cell reproduction processes rapidly, making most of the wounds back into normal skin, leaving some as small scabs. The water flowed back, after it had done it's job, and over Nathimys's arm, around the inside of his cloak, and into his vial. Nathimys stood up. "My name is Nathimys, a pleasure to meet you all."

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