Chapter 17 - Acceptance (1/2)

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.

”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.

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.