Vwyn snatched Anton's hand away from him and held it up, almost appraisingly. It took longer than usual, and for a moment it almost seemed like he wouldn't be able to heal the oracle at all. Finally, the faint glimmer of magical energy radiated from Vwyn's own hand as he pressed his iron fingers to the wound. It started to heal instantly, the cut closing back together without even a scar. When he wiped away the blood, there was nothing.<br/><br/>"Hrmph." The knight let go off Anton's arm and gently smacked him on the chest with the flat of his fist, "I suppose you'll be expecting me to keep you alive, ah!?"<br/><br/>He laughed and shoved the oracle aside as he walked over back towards his seat.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Used cure moderate wounds</div></div>