Cloudjumper's arm…it looks…smoked. Hurt. Limp. Don't tell me that spell…
But she's eyeing me. She's about to make a move. Attack. Fast.
I hold out my arm, come up with something prideful that aligns with her interest.
"Your arm. It's hurt, I can tell. This fight won't be good if you're fighting like a limped wolf," I say.
"Here, let me heal you, just for the moment."
As for once, as if Cloudjumper never taken the time to look at it, she realized it. Her arm. Completely limp. She might've endured the attack, but not to the best of her ability. Just be glad it wasn't seared off or something far worst.
Then, clenching her gauntlet hand, and griting her teeth, she looked right back at me.
"I…I don't need any hand-outs! I'll kill you with my head if I have to!"
What?
Are you serious? Are you deranged? Mental even?
No…probably is.
