"No!" Zel protested. "She isn't dead yet. We... can still save her... somehow." Zel insisted, continuing his almost completely useless healing spell. The stone man struggled for a bit more before his magic flickered and gave out. "Dammit!" he exclaimed, swearing for the first time since he'd met these people. "Of all times... I feel so useless!" Looking back, this may have been the most fatal wound anyone in their party had received, and now his magic gave out. To be honest, it was hardly doing anything before anyway, but still...<br/><br/>Zel had his head tilted down; eyes shut, fists and teeth clenched. He raged internally in that position for a moment, before loosening slightly and opening his eyes to look at Sigrun. He found himself wondering, what if he'd jumped in front of the blade instead? There looked to be runes on it, so it might have just done the same to him... Damn, wasn't there some way to fix this? How is it that even though he won the fight... he really didn't win the fight? Honestly, if there was some sort of god looking down on him and manipulating his life, and the people around him... they had a really sick sense of humor.