《Indomitable Marvel》17 - Acceptance
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Vott angrily stomped on the last Rock Troll using his foot for leverage to pull the ax out of the trolls head.
Finally able to take a breather he studied the battlefield trying to learn whatever he could from the experience.
His eyes came to rest upon Theoric who wouldn't even look like he went through a battle if it wasn't for him being covered in the enemy's blood.
Theoric feeling he was being watched met his gaze with a grin, only to see Vott frown in response.
"What's with the sad face, we came out relatively unscathed for such disastrous odds." Theoric asked.
Vott spits on one of the trolls spouting- "Do you know how many we lost to these freaks, we lost 12 and have many wounded, sure most of them may be shallow wounds, but it adds up and we only just began to fight, this was probably their weakest group to boot.
I'm not sure how much more I and my men can take, look around, this isn't a picnic for us, our brothers are dying and at any moment we could be next and here you are looking like your taking a freakin stroll." he said looking at Theoric with disdain.
Theoric lost his grin, but he didn't get angry as he looked around taking in the wounded, it was about time he tried out his healing.
"I only see 5 dead." Theoric calmly said.
Vott now had a vein burst forth from his forehead as he tried not to shout at him, pointing towards the more severely wounded that would die in minutes with no way to help them- "They are as good as dead, even if the main army wasn't far off, they would never provide us with aide."
Theoric frowned hearing that it was that bad, to think they wouldn't even send aide.
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"If you swear not to tell anyone what you're about to see I'll heal them." Theoric said already heading to the wounded not waiting for a response.
It was pretty obvious they wouldn't speak of such things about their benefactor, he felt pretty bad about wanting to hide things even from them, he could have helped more if he wasn't so concerned about Odin finding out.
He had no clue what Odin would do should he learn of his skills, while it was true he wasn't overly concerned with being found out, he still thought it was better not to be.
Vott and his men watched him silently as he approached one of the dying men. Theoric bent down placing his right hand over the wound, concentrating the healing energy out. He only practiced it once on himself with a self-inflicted cut.
This was far different though, the wound was bigger and life-threatening, he honestly didn't know if he had it in him to cure all 7 in time.
He gathered energy into his right hand, the warmth filling it as he focused it, pouring what he could out. Sweat gathering on his forehead as the strain began to take effect, his sole thought of wanting to save them all turned the warm light into a mighty flash and then another.
The healing light had an unstable pulse, each pulse sending out a rippling healing light that rejuvenated the tissue and stitched up wounds from not just the man he was trying to heal but all the surrounding men as well.
Theoric not at all skilled in his healing was being extremely wasteful, but on the bright side, it looked like it was working for everyone.
At the end of it, he was dead tired, the healing had an Immense drain on his stamina as he fell to his hands and knees breathing raggedly, flipping over to his back to lay down as he tried to catch his breath.
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He ended up doing far too much for his first time and he only managed to prevent the severely wounded men from dying, they still weren't healed enough and if not treated again in a short amount of time they could go critical again.
Vott and the men had their eyes wide open in surprise, they never once experienced a healer with this kind of effect before.
The healers that usually went around working used the magical technology they had which helped speed up regeneration.
Asgardians in general hardly ever used actual magic, It was widely frowned upon despite the queen using it and even the king on occasion, but he hypocritically calls it Odinforce to perpetuate the disdain of magic even though his wife is known to use it.
This leads to the men of Asgard thinking magic is for women, and from their women wishing to be equal turned it into only dishonorable people use magic.
The queen being the exception that no one will talk badly about.
Vott broke into a burst of hearty laughter as he ran up to Theoric- "hahaha, Great job, a superb job my good man, I have to say this is the first time I'm glad someone can do magic... (giving a deep bow of gratitude)... Thank you for saving my men."
Theoric feeling bad- "No, I'm sorry for not doing more during the fight."
Vott just brushed off- "Forget it, water under the bridge, we were both wary of each other, now though I hope we can go forward and do great things together." he said putting his hand out.
Theoric chuckled- "You may be counting your eggs to soon, I don't know how much more of that I can do and it seems like it wasn't enough." accepting the hand as Vott helped pull him back up to his feet.
Vott grinning patted him on the back- "Just do what you can, we'll take care of the rest, right men?"
"Yeah, you just keep it coming and we'll do the rest." "Leave it to us." "We'll kill them all!"
Theoric frowned- "Just so we're clear, I'm still going to be fighting."
Vott laughed sheepishly- "Of course you are, we were just happily saying is all... Now come on men get your gear ready tend to the wounded they have a chance now with Theoric here.
We have to keep going though, I expect if we don't get some sort of bunker or base captured we'll be on the chopping blocks for something."
Being brought back to reality they all sobered up going back to their stoic personalities now that the moments passed, taking the time to build a makeshift funeral pyre, but with no wood to burn they made do with stacking up rocks, placing the body at the top and lighting it on fire with a specially made gadget for such occasions provided to the army to honor their dead.
They also made makeshift carrying devices for the wounded now that they had hope.
Theoric looked down at his hands as they gave small funeral rights wondering how strong his healing could get, he was still far from being able to save the dying easily, it would take real effort to prevent the most wounded from kicking the bucket.
He had a lot to learn when it came to healing, he had to figure out how to concentrate it instead of blasting it out everywhere.
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