Walter immediately took in the bloodied tangled mess of limbs that was Jet Jikan. One of his lungs was crushed and both arms were shattered to a degree that would be impossible to heal without extensive magical healing. Walter knelt down next to him and strained his sharp elvish ears. Jet was trying to breathe but trying was the best that he could muster. The simple fact that he was trying meant that the monk had somehow survived the hit. He had most likely done some weird internal lifeforce thing before his insides were crushed into pink and red slush riddled with off-white shards of calcium and collagen. Pink foam was starting to make itself known by the time any healers arrived. The foam was coming from multiple punctures through his chest and out of his mouth. In all, it was an injury that people did not live through.

Two people, a man and a woman had launched from their seats and slid in next to Walter before Lenna had even arrived. Both of them wore barely concealed pure white armor with red gold plated trim. Their armor was at least as heavy as Lenna's but they lacked the grace that three centuries of wearing armor had naturally given her. The first one to arrive, the man in white armor, immediately began dumping his entire mana reserves into putting the monk back together. "Flat on back." The white armored man told Walter, and his companion as she arrived, before Lenna had even crossed two thirds of the distance.

Walter and the white armored woman shifted Jet under the man's healing touch until he was laying flat on his back. Jet convulsed and Walter and the woman were forced to hold his shoulders and hips to keep him from making anything worse as he was being healed. Lenna arrived at that moment and knelt down next to Walter. "I can heal him too, but my healing comes with a lot of heat." She told the three that had already gathered.

"How much heat?" Walter asked her before the other two armored figures could even open their mouths.

"Degrees at a time." Lenna told him. "A minute of my healing would kill him."

Walter nodded. "Maksim, Arina, this is Lenna V'Nova. Once Maksim is nearly out of mana, Lenna, tag in until you think he is getting too hot. Arina, once she's stopped, finish the rest if you can. If you can't, we'll need to know how hot he is. If Lenna can't heal him anymore, I have healing potions." The Engineer directed the Lady of Hellfire and the two other paladins.

"Da." Arina and Maksim said one after the other. Their accents were thick, even thicker than most of the residents of the city, but they followed his direction without question.

"Understood." Lenna agreed.

Maksim ran out of mana before even a full minute had passed. He had managed to slowly and agonizingly reform Jet's lung to a semi-functional degree. It was still half full of blood and all of the ribs around it were still in pieces but at least it was back in one piece. The other lung had been healed to an acceptable level as well so Lenna was very grateful to the younger paladin when she took over. Maksim had done around half of the hard work. With Jet's organs back in more or less operating condition, Lenna was tasked with piecing the bones back together one piece at a time. It was slow work that required a lot of focus and a very steady application of healing. Thankfully. it did not require a lot of mana expenditure until the bones were actually back in place. That meant that Lenna was able to lay the groundwork for Arina so the youngest among them would only have to pour semi-guided healing mana into the injured man.

Lenna was at her task for around a minute before she had to stop. If she had been actually trying to heal him the entire time then he would have long died from brain damage but as she spent most of the time just trying to guide the bones back into place he had only reached the bottom edge of unsafe internal temperatures. He was still going to be unconscious for a little while just from the extremely high fever but the fever itself wasn't life threatening.

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Arina took over as soon as Lenna pulled her hands back and the young paladin immediately began pouring everything she had into the monk as his bruising started to vanish and the blood was forcefully removed from where it shouldn't have been. By the time Arina had finished, Jet was almost as good as new, just with a decently high fever and very bloody clothes. Jet's arms were still a bit worse for wear but the bones had been set and fused back together and most of the bruising had gone down with the last of Arina's available healing.

Arina plopped back on her butt on top of her thoroughly soaked and muddied plain wool cloak. "Good thing," She stopped to take a breath. "small bastard," She took another panting breath. "too tough to die."

Walter chuckled and Maksim just shook his head at his partner. "Agreed." Walter told her. "Can I trust you too to take him back to the inn?" He asked the pair of white and rose gold plated paladins.

Maksim nodded. "Da, Engineer, we handle him." He told Walter and then sent a small pulse of healing through Jet in order to get a proper idea how injured the monk still was.

"The way you said it makes it sound like you are going to silence him as part of the Russian mob." Walter commented under his breath.

"What?" Lenna asked curiously. She had never heard of a 'Russian' mob before. Though, she supposed that she hadn't heard of very many mobs in the past.

"He speak nonsense." Arina waved her off. "If ever in area during festival, fight me." She told Lenna as she shifted back onto her knees so she could help Maksim pick up Jet.

Lenna, and now Isaac as he had long since arrived, watched as the younger woman's dirty-blonde hair finished tumbling out of her hood and almost entirely blocked her leaf green eyes. She could do nothing but stare as the woman picked up her half of Jet and started taking him away with the assistance of Maksim. The young paladin had entirely thrown the much older one off balance with the strange fight declaration. Lenna wasn't sure what kind of fight Arina wanted. On one hand, it almost sounded like a duel request but on the other, it sort of sounded like a spar, maybe in an arena as part of whatever festival she mentioned. Lenna also wasn't sure if she meant to fight her as a paladin or just as a warrior like those in the arena behind her had. Lenna shook her head as she rose to her feet. As she turned, she noticed Isaac fighting back a migraine that only came from his missing memories.

"Isaac?" Lenna asked with some concern as Walter seemed to notice Isaac clutching the side of his head too. "Are you okay?"

"Ow." Isaac groaned. "I don't even know what caused it this time." He complained.

"Hey! Walt!" Kylus called out as he finally decided to approach. It looked like he had been waiting until everything with Jet had been settled in order to approach Walter. "He be alright?" He questioned once he had gotten close enough to talk casually. The massive half goliath's voice was both young and gravely to an almost contradictory degree.

Walter turned. "Yeah, Jet'll live. No thanks to you, you big oaf!" Walter immediately started scolding him. "What were you thinking!"

"I surprised." Kylus tried to defend himself. "One second go forward, next go upward by fist." He gestured towards the air as if reenacting the event. "Strange fight." He finished with a nod. Isaac hadn't thought that he would ever find someone worse at explaining things in detail than Lenna and Claus but he had found just such a person.

"You should've tucked and just went with it so you could land properly." Walter continued with his voice only mildly lower than it had been. "At least then you wouldn't've almost killed him."

Kylus shrugged. "Accident happen." He replied. "And no be mean to Kylus. Alek almost choke to death."

Walter rolled his eyes. "Almost choking is very different from having a lung turned inside out or whatever."

Kylus waved him off again. "Arena is pain, but also fun." Walter sighed and could help but palm his own forehead. "I saw sister talk to you."

Walter gave Kylus a flat look. "Yes, she did." Walter replied.

"She nice girl. Why no give her work?" Kylus questioned.

"If you are asking why I don't hire your sister for a night, I don't think that is any of your business." Walter countered.

"She my sister. Is my business." Kylus shot back.

"Well tell your sister, that unless she wants to end up like your mother, with a block-headed son from a small giant and a daughter to follow in her footsteps, she had better pick her baby's fathers better." Walter immediately went for the figurative throat.

"No talk about sister and mother like that." Kylus told him with a wrinkled nose. "I break teeth."

It was Walter's turn to wave him off. "I'm just saying, usually people don't want their kids to end up like you and Krystal, and if Julie had picked who she let c-" Walter didn't get to finish before a fist the size of his head went flying directly at his face.

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