Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160902234934

"Shit...he's going into shock...Rhun, help me get him out of his chestplate!"

With deft hands Ibrahim scrambles to get the armor off while Lucida looks down in horror, covering her mouth.

"Rhun, you know his anatomy. I need you to try and meld with with the worst burns while I heal him.  I need you to be a graft. Dull his pain if you can. I can't use full healing magic because it'd drain Lucida completely," he says. "Lu, come on, baby, I need you."

He casts a slowing ward to slow Praetor's metabolism. He holds his hands to Rhun"s grafts as he melds them. His hands move slowly as he passes over the worst burns.

"Los, you know what to do if that Demonness shows up again," he says, not looking up.