"Hold still. This will hurt."
Elise pressed her hands against the hunter's chest wound, green light flowing from her palms while smoke and screams filled the ruined district around them. Her fingers trembled from overuse after hours of constant healing. Mana reserves dropped steadily with each patient she treated.
The wounded hunter an Iron-fang, judging by his cracked silver armor, gasped as her power sealed torn arteries and reknit muscle tissue. Blood stopped flowing from the gaping hole where a demon's claw had pierced through enhanced steel.
"Thank you," he wheezed while testing his breathing carefully. "Thought I was finished when that thing got me."
"Not today," Elise replied while sweat dripped down her face. "Can you move without tearing the healing?"
"Think so. Feels solid enough."
"Good. Get to the evacuation point six blocks north. Tell them Healer Traven sent you."
