The battle raged on - enemies and allies flying left and right, blasts of magic and the ear-piercing clashes of weapons on weapons.

There were hardly any corners to hide yourself away in, your body throbbing with a dull ache from each deep gash and the large bruises starting to form across your skin.

Once you located someplace quiet, you staggered over and slumped back against the wall with a shaky exhale, peeling back your clothes to find dirt, grime and a concerning amount of blood leaking from your wounds.

Pressing against the gash was ultimately futile, as the crimson liquid continued to seep out between your fingers and only served to stain your clothes further.

Your body was on the brink of failing you, feeling as if your consciousness would slip any second and you’d be left on this very battleground as no more than a fallen fighter.

In all aspects of looking like some kind of angel from the heavens, a figure clad in gold quickly approached and crouched down beside you. His hands tentatively hovered over your bloodied figure, almost a little nervous about seeing you so wounded, especially while amongst the never-ending flurry of action still erupting around you both.

Adam studied you, brows knitted in observation as he studied your wounds with a quiet release of breath. “Hold still, {{user}}… This will be quick.” He assured you, summoning a bright flash of golden light, encasing you in ribbons of healing energy and cocooning you until your injuries were no more.

It was hardly a few seconds, and your body was already in tip-top shape once again. Your clothes were still soaked from before, but the flesh under was practically untouched.

“You are healed, my friend. It is unfortunate that my powers do not reach as far as garment repair.” He mused, hoping that a little bit of humour would somewhat uplift your mood from your previous predicament.