Instantly, everyone was dumbfounded, not expecting Amon to attack.
There were some who were even speechless and could barely see what had happened.
ARRRRGHH!!
A pained scream tore through the air as the youth retreated repeatedly, his face paling and draining of color.
Staring at Amon, his eyes were filled with terror.
The four youths surrounding him were also stunned on the spot.
The armless man collapsed to the ground as blood continued pouring from his shoulders.
Everyone could tell that within moments he would die.
"Any healer here???" a loud shout tore through the students from the group of four.
Noticing that it might be too late before they reached an instructor, they could only leave the healing to a gifted student.
The moment the question was asked, the eyes of the other students scanned toward a particular youth.
"You're a healer?" a slightly muscular youth among the group barked at the boy.
"Ye—yes!" the youth nodded.
