As Jack fought to hold on to consciousness, Held's healing aura went to work and put the young man back on the mend. Slowly where the glow reached, the compound fractures in his legs reformed between sinew and skin, and fragmented surface of his shattered right arm began to knit itself together.
Everything, that is, except for the slash wounds on his left arm and the puncture wound through his left lung. There was something, a sort of microcosm imbued within his flesh that was rejecting the healing energy, like a stent of thorns fixed between the bleeding.
Like some sort of curse.
With the
Lion's Mane compromised in its activity from the break in her focus, Blizzar's ki-reinforced hook catches Willa stiff across the face, breaking through the barrier with a clean shot. A spray of blood shoots from the Colonel's mouth as he rakes his knuckles across her jaw, the hit taking her off guard enough such that she dropped the hammer from her right hand.
However, she then planted her feet, and as her empty hand bundled into a steely, gauntleted fist, she squared up and immediately return fire straight into Blizzar's body.
Buckling her much taller opponent over, she spoke her next words directly into his ear.
"Seems you're used to skimming off the top, Officer, to recoup your costs," she said, "but you've never had to
dig before!"
With her hand buried in his abdomen, Blizzar could feel energy creeping into her hand, an aura of violence that began to gather silently there and threatening to creep into his armour, the start of the
Shatterlock Fist...