[Noctivex has felt its Master's Pain.]
[Noctivex is assisting.]
Immediately, Ludwig felt like hundreds of blades were stabbing right through his already broken arms. Sharp long needle like shards of steel shot right through his muscles, and pinned his broken and fractured bones, they corrected them, repositioned them, and aligned then. Then they pierced right through them and grew, creating a fortified shell that protected Ludwig at the cost of feeling pain.
Noctivex did not heal like a healer. It repaired like a siege engineer fixing a wall while the enemy was still climbing it.
His shattered forearms jerked as internal splints forced the fragments together. His shoulders dragged themselves back into place with a wet, grinding snap that made the inside of the helm feel too small for his own grunts.
The armor thickened over the damage, sealing him inside reinforcement that worked beautifully and felt like being punished for not dying correctly.
