– Leroy
After nodding at the white-haired guy (Criston) to show he had heard him, Leroy stopped looking around and turned his attention to the girl (Little Feather) who was taking a look at his arm. “I-I think it may be dislocated, Ink...I’ll relocate it and then heal the damage. Just be aware this’ll probably hurt” Raising a brow at the random mention of his favourite art medium he asked, “Ink?” A little confused, since he didn’t know Little Feather’s label for him at the moment, he waved off her concern about how it would hurt. “If it does, I’ll be impressed.”
Leroy actually winced a little when his shoulder was forced back into its proper socket with a strange noise he had never known his body could make. Squirming a little uncomfortably at the unfamiliar sensation, he wondered just how painful her (Little Feather’s) actions would have been to a normal person. He watched as a green light appeared on the girl’s palm before it was passed onto his shoulder. The feeling of discomfort was disappearing, but he couldn’t quite tell if the wound was now fully healed or not. “Thanks. Seems pretty useful, that green stuff.” He told her, smiling.
It seemed troublesome, but with all the other able-bodied students busy helping out he thought he should probably do something too. “I’ll be going then.” Giving a small wave to the pair (Little Feather and Criston), he started to move away from them. He looked back for a moment when he heard the sound of a flute. Looking at the eagle that had suddenly appeared, he thought, ‘Yeah. I have no idea what her abilities are.’ Having a creative mind didn’t help him figure out why she was able to do so many diverse things. If anything, his mind was coming up with too many possibilities to even try to narrow down the likely explanation for what her powers were. Instead of pondering over a mystery he had no way of figuring out on his own, he helped another student up from the floor and took the student over to the barrier. He himself hadn’t actually heard an explanation was to why, but since everyone else was dumping all the injured students in that area he figured there was a good reason for it.
When the ground shook again, he grabbed onto a pile of nearby rubble for support and grumbled, “Geeze, this is a tiring day. I want to get to bed now.”
