Re: The Adbot's Revenge!
Pale sends a fireball with a casual flick of the arm, to clear out the nearest, then drops down with a smile.
"Who needs a medical institution when you've got me? Dr Pale, at your service, dear.. Grave, cover m-... "
She looks around for the swordsman, to no avail.
"Fuck that, then. Siphon, cover us."
With a mutter, and more importantly, hand gestures, she produces the shape for WarmHeal. A moment later, she places warmly glowing hands on Siphon's back, and his wounds start to close. The sensation is odd - a tingling, like a million heated ants, accompanied by a gentle, almost blissful euphoria, that last once her hands are removed.
She staggers, with one hand flashing to her head, then smiles.
"Problem solved! Go kick some ass..!"