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Honalee's chakra-sustaining tap-line in the tensor field had a massive impact on Tarjai's magic. It immediately stabalized the condition of the officer she was presently working on enough that she could really take her time to root out the most life a threatening injuries without losing him. There, massive trauma to the abdomen, and internal bleeding, as well as a massive cut to his side causing external bleeding as well. She felt a strengthening in her own chi as well, and used that strength to her advantage. With a delicate wave of her arms above her patient, what appeared to be a glowing rune appeared, pulsing with the healing sing, and enveloping her arms. Slowly she lowered her hands to the officer's abdomen, placing her hands just above the sources of the worst injuries, and the light seeped into the officer's body. As if in slow motio , the cut on his side closed, became fresh, pink skin, and all bleeding stopped. The officer, no longer shaking, took a deep breath, and relaxed. Color returned to his face, and as the Ju'unda moved to stand, he sat up, confused, and lifted his arm to examine his side.
As Tarjai made it to her feet, the air pressure behind her suddenly changed, and she gasped. A glance behind her, and she saw a number of mercenaries placing a cover over the demon. They didn't seem to mind her being there, and as she turned around, she heard Honalee's, "Do you mind if I have a word with George before he kills you all?"
A brief snicker, and she was jogging away from her first patient, and off to another officer in need. This one was shaking from shock and fear, and crying a little. It was hard to tell, based on their appearance if they were male or female. Maybe they weren't either? When the officer spoke, their voice was soft, broken, and strained.
"I d-d-didn't sign up...." a gasp of air excentuated by a small gurgle, probably from the bullet holes covering the expanse of the officer's chest, "for t-t-this."
She put placed one finger over the officer's lips, "Shhhhh. It's oh-keh. Ah know ya didn't. Yer chest be coh-vah'd in holes. I need ta remove deh meh-tall. Dis is gonna hurt, undah-stahnd?"
The officer frowned more, if that was even possible, and then closed their eyes and laid their head back, "OK. Do it."
She started to sing a song if soothing as she took a small scooped knife from her pouch, and carefully dug it into one of the bullet holes, as she placed her hannd on the officer's forehead, hoping to dull some of the pain. And the tendons in the officer's neck went taught with pain.
As Tarjai made it to her feet, the air pressure behind her suddenly changed, and she gasped. A glance behind her, and she saw a number of mercenaries placing a cover over the demon. They didn't seem to mind her being there, and as she turned around, she heard Honalee's, "Do you mind if I have a word with George before he kills you all?"
A brief snicker, and she was jogging away from her first patient, and off to another officer in need. This one was shaking from shock and fear, and crying a little. It was hard to tell, based on their appearance if they were male or female. Maybe they weren't either? When the officer spoke, their voice was soft, broken, and strained.
"I d-d-didn't sign up...." a gasp of air excentuated by a small gurgle, probably from the bullet holes covering the expanse of the officer's chest, "for t-t-this."
She put placed one finger over the officer's lips, "Shhhhh. It's oh-keh. Ah know ya didn't. Yer chest be coh-vah'd in holes. I need ta remove deh meh-tall. Dis is gonna hurt, undah-stahnd?"
The officer frowned more, if that was even possible, and then closed their eyes and laid their head back, "OK. Do it."
She started to sing a song if soothing as she took a small scooped knife from her pouch, and carefully dug it into one of the bullet holes, as she placed her hannd on the officer's forehead, hoping to dull some of the pain. And the tendons in the officer's neck went taught with pain.