" By Sigmar, no !"<br/>Reinhart felt panic rushing through his body. He witnessed the blow the girl had taken from the massive brute. He ran the fastest he could, leaving his one warhammer where it was lying and kept the other clenched hard in his hand. The grieving elf was in tears as he got there, but Reinhart had no time for nothing but do what he possibly could. He felt down on his knees on the other side of the girl of the tearing elf, trying what she could to aid the wounded.<br/><br/>" Move away, witch. This calls for someone who have done triages in war before. Stand aside if you wish the best chances for the girl to live ! "<br/>He glared at the elf with most serious intent. A wound that deep left untreated could destroy the life of the girl any second. Grabbing her small hand with his gauntlets, he chanted. He was a seasoned field priest, this was something he had experienced before. But every time made him just as shaky. Focused all the power he could muster at the moment. He prayed for Sigmar to answer his prayers, the healing spell ascending down from his hands connected with hers. The holy fire covering the girl's body to mend and treat the mortal wound as fast as possible.<br/><br/>" Please Sigmar, let her be saved. "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>