"Step back, all of you!" said a powerful elder. Two figures blurred down from the high viewing platforms, their spiritual pressure instantly forcing the blood-crazed youth and the screaming noble apart. Along with them, two young female medical disciples rushed into the clearing, their hands already moving to treat the catastrophic wounds.
The first girl dropped to her knees beside the grandson of the Sword Saint. She quickly poured a glowing emerald liquid directly over his mangled, half-severed forearm. The potion hissed and sizzled violently, releasing a thick cloud of pungent green smoke as the flesh began to rapidly bind together.
"Hold still, Young Master!" said the medical girl. She worked with practiced, frantic efficiency, wrapping the treated limb tightly in thick, spiritual bandages to stabilize the bone.
