Magnus' thoughts were interrupted by a sudden, enormous pain in his abdomen. The flesh holding the blade in place had been torn, and a flow of blood escaped the now unclogged wound. For a moment, he attempted to scream in pain, but only a choking noise escaped his throat. His eyes fell upon the blade that was now in Avis' hand, his stomach churning at the sight of it. A shred of his own skin was hanging from the serrated edge.<br/><br/>The pain and nausea faded away when he was affected by Atisha's healing spell, replaced by a feeling of slight vigor. The blood loss induced weakness and shakiness he had been feeling were lessened, but not completely treated, though the wound was dealt with almost instantly. His flesh closed, and where old skin remained, sealed itself under the effects of the mana coming from the healer. New skin grew in the places where none remained, leaving a faint stripe of paler skin where the wound had been.<br/><br/>Larteis arrived just in time with the potions, and Magnus answered his question. "The light green one, in the round bottle," He paused, hoping that there was also a strength-boosting potion among the set. "And if there is one, the white potion in a square bottle." The green potion was a fairly standard health potion. It would restore some lost energy and aid his blood loss, putting him to a level of stability that would allow walking, but not extremely physical activity. If there was a strength potion in the box, it would do the rest of the work, so he'd be able to get up and move while under its effects. After it wore off, he'd be weak until he healed completely, but it would be useful to get him out of there.<br/><br/>Considering Atisha had taken a headstart, it would be extremely useful to even catch up.