The oracle needed to keep keep the meat shield, or rock shield, whatever Onyx was made of alive so she could get hit by the giants and not his kitty. He mumbled a little prayer keeping his morning star up and pointed at the giants so they couldn't hit him off guard. He finishes the spell and shouts<strong>"[Cure light wounds]!"</strong>His hand glows with a fainter white light than last time, but it still has the same warm healing feeling as it brushes against Onyx's shoulder.<br/><br/>[Casts cure light wounds on Onyx defensively. Succeeded my Concentration Check with a 19, so she heals 1d8+5= 12]