Cameron escapes the dark wave the only way he knows how... by allowing himself to dissipate into water and fall to the ground. The water sinks into the ground seconds before the dark wave passes.
Garr isn't as fortunate. Unable to react in time, the lunar mage takes the shot head on. Tremors of weakness shoots through him, and he falls to the ground. He gets back up quickly, but he can't shake the lingering feeling of weakness. Strangely enough, all the elementals suddenly feel a taste of the same feeling of weaknessbeing brodcast from Molotoch... Garr's blade.
Cameron emerges from the ground beside Garr and quickly glances over.
"Garr, are you alright?"
Garr nods weakly. He feels weakened, but he can still feel something burning deep within him. This foreign energy appears to have been unphased by the attack. Garr frowns.
"Tamrissa.... "
Cameron doesn't hear this. He's busy listening to Kelvack. He quickly shouts a reply.
"I don't know. The real question is... Is he going to survive the next ten minutes?"
Cameron manifests both his katanas in his hand and begins to march towards where Fei is laying. Anger burns in his eyes.
The apothecary returns with a glass of water and another apothecary at his side to find that Damien had left. he looks around in confusion.
"Where did he go?"
The other apothecary chuckles.
"You must have scared him off. All his things are gone."
The first apothecary shakes his head.
"He kept staring at my chest at first. Like he thought I was a girl or something."
The other apothecary glances at him.
"Wow... the guy must have a strange taste in women".
Both apothecarys laugh at this as they walk back out of the room. Entering the room where Matthias is resting, they quickly sopt Sera on the floor.
"Quick! Get her up on a table!"
The two apothecarys gently lift Sera up on an empty table beside Matthias and attempt to locate the wound that is causing the problem.
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händenkann verbrennen, kann dich blendenwenn sie aus den Fäusten brichtlegt sich heiß auf dein Gesichtlegt sich schmerzend auf die Brustdas Gleichgewicht wird zum Verlustlässt dich hart zu Boden gehenund die Welt zählt laut bis zehn
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