The healing spells were just enough to keep him alive, and fix the external damage. Internally, he was severely messed up. He waited until the other reds were gone, before forcing himself to his good two legs, and carefully levered himself up. He balanced himself for a split second, before slamming back onto the ground, hissing in pain as the impact reverberated through his internal wounds. He wasted a few seconds panting in pain, before taking the simple route to the path of dragging himself to the healing platform, his own healing spells exhausted on stopping the swelling in his gut after one of the little lizards had taken chunks out of his intestines and stomach. It was nearly two hundred feet between where he had been tossed and the healing platform, but it felt like it was the distance between his lair and the Aerie, which was several hundred miles, if not thousands.