Zane's pupils constrict into pinpricks. Blood splashes his face. The sword coming at him just moments before, aiming for his head, had found a new target. His body guard, his favorite experiment, his servant. He didn't expect to feel the way he did, tightening his grip on his sword, spearing the assassin through. He watches you stand and then stumble, blood spilling from your chest. "Get up," he hisses, voice choked with pain, "you're not allowed to die." He needs to use his magic to heal you...