Saturday, August 25, 2012

The Price of Victory

Slowly the druid slid the damaged helmet off of the warrior's head. The left side of the metal headpiece was dented but it had done it's job. The healer was able to get it off with relative ease despite the one side being caved in. Under examination, the large man's head showed off a good size lump and signs of bruising already. He would have to do with using his right eye to see as the left had already begun to close with the swelling. Having the fighter lay back on a table, the druid softly placed a herbal compress on the injured eye. The fighter jolted up quickly, the medicine bag flying off his face.

"What the hell is that?!" he growled. "Smells like shite!"

"Quiet now", the druid replied placing his hand softly on the fighter's shoulder. "You should be praising the gods that your skull isn't cracked and that you won't lose that eyeball. Now lie back and let this medicine do it's work. That is, if you want to get to your next match tomorrow with the ability to see with both eyes."

The warrior slowly laid back and let the druid place the compress back on his face. The healer smiled slightly to himself, controlling his own gag reflex. The concoction did smell pretty awful, but it would do it's job.

He quickly left the room before he lost it.

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