Chapter 17 - Acceptance (2/2)
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.