Jigano had hoped he might reach some bastion of sanity within his friend, but Ronin's rage was too much for words alone to breach. Perhaps with Jyoti's help he might have been able to talk the demigod down--
But they would never know. Wessex raised her challenge and Ronin responded, but it was Amun's call for help that had the most devastating result. The Voice's appearance struck fear down Jigano's spine, scales bristling from his skin in defensive instinct, as useless now as before, and the teeth he bared back at her had less to do with bravery than sheer, stubborn rebellion against that which had tried to hold him down before.
She struck, the sizzle of burning flesh almost distracting him from the falling debris that rained down its own mayhem upon those gathered. Amalia was down, and Ronin was down, and Sam was gone and--
"Help her," he begged of Wessex through gritted teeth, anger burning in his eyes but pride swallowed for the moment as he saw Amalia unmoving. The Wraith might have little love for most Outlanders, but she loved Amalia - he hoped. He prayed, to Safrin and Ludo, Mort and Vi. And Wessex was closer to the Shield than he was.
He was closest to the Star, a man wounded in body and mind both. Wounded in _spirit_ . And Jigano knew from his dusty hours spent in the Atheneum that a Healer could heal more than just physical hurts.
He lunged for Ronin, attempting to close the distance between them and lay a hand on him as he scraped the fingers of his spirit across the strings of his magic, drawing a jangling chord of silent song from those that glowed golden in his soul. Trying to _Heal_ the darkness in Ronin's mind along with the damage the Voice had done to his body.
Jigano begs Wessex to help Amalia, then tries to get a hand on Ronin to Heal his mental and physical wounds with Mastered Healing!
But they would never know. Wessex raised her challenge and Ronin responded, but it was Amun's call for help that had the most devastating result. The Voice's appearance struck fear down Jigano's spine, scales bristling from his skin in defensive instinct, as useless now as before, and the teeth he bared back at her had less to do with bravery than sheer, stubborn rebellion against that which had tried to hold him down before.
She struck, the sizzle of burning flesh almost distracting him from the falling debris that rained down its own mayhem upon those gathered. Amalia was down, and Ronin was down, and Sam was gone and--
"Help her," he begged of Wessex through gritted teeth, anger burning in his eyes but pride swallowed for the moment as he saw Amalia unmoving. The Wraith might have little love for most Outlanders, but she loved Amalia - he hoped. He prayed, to Safrin and Ludo, Mort and Vi. And Wessex was closer to the Shield than he was.
He was closest to the Star, a man wounded in body and mind both. Wounded in _spirit_ . And Jigano knew from his dusty hours spent in the Atheneum that a Healer could heal more than just physical hurts.
He lunged for Ronin, attempting to close the distance between them and lay a hand on him as he scraped the fingers of his spirit across the strings of his magic, drawing a jangling chord of silent song from those that glowed golden in his soul. Trying to _Heal_ the darkness in Ronin's mind along with the damage the Voice had done to his body.
Jigano begs Wessex to help Amalia, then tries to get a hand on Ronin to Heal his mental and physical wounds with Mastered Healing!
