{Third Person POV}
[Inside The Dungeon Cave]
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Garf lay on his back, gasping like a fish out of water, a hand pressed against his chest where the blade had punched through.
Blood seeped between his fingers.
"Hold still, you giant idiot!" Yenna snarled.
She was kneeling beside him, had a thick wad of cloth directly over the bleeding puncture wound in the center of his chest, pressing down with all her body weight.
"Luckily you managed to avoid getting hit on your vitals," she whispered, her voice tight with forced calm.
"Hurts... like I got hit... anyway..." Garf's voice was weak, breathy.
"Yeah, well, nearly dying tends to hurt." Yenna's hands glowed faintly orange as she channeled what little healing magic she knew, not much though, she was a combat mage, not a healer, but enough to help the healing potion he took.
"Just stay still and—"
With her free hand, Yenna reached out, her fingers curling into a tight claw.
