Wovan's teleport was far more stable than anything Arthur had experienced before, though with the current condition of his body, he was still left reeling and dizzy from the sensation. Sprawling to his side, Arthur hacked up a piece of flesh he didn't try to identify and vomited the contents of his stomach onto the ground. Arthur rolled onto his back and stared at the fiery Haadran sky.His body was a mess, more damaged than it had ever been before; his skin cracked and shattered like glass, his right arm missing from the elbow down, his left eye a useless orb in his skull and a multitude of other less serious injuries that nonetheless had him dizzy with pain. There was no rest for the wicked, however, and as bad as he was, Maverick had fared far worse. Groaning, Arthur managed to force himself back to his hand and knees before proceeding to crawl over to the giant human.Arthur could only see seven of Wovan's eleven bodies around him, which meant she'd either left a part of herself behind for some reason or they'd fallen in battle. Placing a hand on Maverick's shoulder, Arthur used a pulse of ether to diagnose him. The results didn't look good. Where only Arthur's skin had suffered from Samuel's last attack, it had penetrated deep into Maverick, in some places, directly to the bone, changing him on an atomic level. Arthur had no idea how to go about healing the damage, or if it was even possible, but he knew he had to try."Step away from Sir Maverick," a voice, distinctly male, suddenly called out behind him. "We have eight mages locked onto you. Resisting is futile."Arthur sighed. It seemed Maverick's teleport had brought them close to his base of operations. Learning that more humans had resisted corruption was heartening, though the timing could have been better."I am not your enemy," Arthur said, his voice weak and gravelly. "Maverick needs healing right now." He put his hands in the air and tried to make himself look as (...)