"A bit crass, sir, don't you think?" Rori said, simply, in his normal child's voice. He had been transported to the other side of the plain, but was drawn to the ruckus. It seemed a group had taken down a colossal being...
"Your friends are wounded." Rori teleported to the downed one, and stretched his plain white clawed hands on his face. A small purple light glowed for a second, and his ribs and bones snapped back into their correct positions, pristine as ever. The grass around them was dead though....
He teleported to Thialfi, and did the same thing, and his headwound healed, painfully surprisingly. The grass around him died as well, and Rori teleported to the center of the group, tilting his head. He wasn't sure who these people were, but could they be friends?
"Your friends are wounded." Rori teleported to the downed one, and stretched his plain white clawed hands on his face. A small purple light glowed for a second, and his ribs and bones snapped back into their correct positions, pristine as ever. The grass around them was dead though....
He teleported to Thialfi, and did the same thing, and his headwound healed, painfully surprisingly. The grass around him died as well, and Rori teleported to the center of the group, tilting his head. He wasn't sure who these people were, but could they be friends?