<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">"Such notorities are unkown to myself," Ceej speaks calmly as he walks to the injured men, his staff unlatching to show his book before he squats down and his right hand glows whilst the blood and bruises begin to fade. "I myself was sent by the keeper of the cosmos, even if such an occassion would bring about a lacking to comprehension." Jackson pulls his hand away from the wound to the one who wouldn't have died instantly, though still remained unconcious. The fight brought about too much in the feild of death which he intends to balance with his own talents. The next man looked to be already dead, with a large pool of blood coming from his throat as Ceej squats down again, his left hand pushing forward to the injury before seeing the blood begin to slow its pulses every few seconds. <i>This man is still alive...</i> he thinks to himself as his hand glows again, the wound closing slowly before the blood seems to return to the man's flesh, dirt filtered by the skin around it.<br/>
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The last ones who were injured were healed slightly since their injuries appeared to be minimal under the flesh, more along the lines of sudden drops in blood pressure causing the men to pass out. "Rest well bretheren," he whispers as he stands up, finished with his task to bring a second chance to the others, though his left arm flares before a few stains of blood can be seen on his sleeve. "Oh... must have... gained some in transfer..." he says to himself, looking through his book and then cleaning his robes with the magic spell of small tricks via his spell book. "If we found her we should continue then, unless there are other pressing matters such as personal issues which have caused our final compatriot to join us."</span>