<div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/049/b/8/cleric_copy_by_yamao-d5vddiv.jpg)</div>"What, you don't trust me?" the wolfish smile remained on the half-elf's face, and at the same time as he cast the spell that transferred the power. He could feel the magic well up within him, and take a piece of his essence away with it--something that had not happened in the past. Still, he had received the spell, and understood it well enough to think that he understood why it was happening. He saw the essence pass through his body and into the warrior's, bound up in a sheathe of words and vows as it clung to his soul life some faint soul-dust, easily removed at a word. And yet the bond was there between the two, and he could feel himself gaining some measure of strength from it.<br/><br/>He panted as they parted, the magic having been taken from him. He barely noticed Grant Sanctus's gaze, fixated on Vwyn. "It is done," he said between harried breaths, and sat back down. "You want a demonstration? Here," he unfastened the slave of his plate armor, drew one a dagger from a sheathe, and sliced it lengthwise into meat of his arm. "Go on. Heal me," he said, his voice holding a note of dare and challenge, almost as though Vwyn wouldn't be able to do it not because the spell didn't work, but because it was Vwyn who was incompetent--though that couldn't be the case, could it. "Just look inside yourself, and let out the power. You'll find three motes of light, one stronger than the others. Use any--I'm sure you'll be able to heal this easy. Or... maybe you won't, and I'll have to do it myself," he said, the words adding to the challenge as the pain began to grip him and he grimaced slightly, waiting for Vwyn to try out the magic he had been given.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Stabbed self for max damage (4 points).<br/><br/>Also,<br/>(http://i.imgur.com/fT4VeQJ.jpg)</div></div>