Seeing whole lot injured from the bolts he chanted prayer; "Iomedae, spare life which had been bravely shed on battlefield honoring your virtues!" Again surge of light spread on the soldiers, hoping to cure or stabilisize the rider who had fallen down to the ground from his horse. Gabriel now eyes up the bandits and see is there more coming or have they got enough already?<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Again 2 lay of hand charges to curse everyone 30'ft with 2d6. If the battle is over for sure Gabriel checks for fallen man and also to the carriage see the duke's daugther is okay and so is Michael.<br/></div></div>