He comes face to face with the Pyromaniac as he rests his wooden blade on Cannon's shoulder with one hand and clutching his injured shoulder with the other. "You're good, Cannon Lok. I do not hold answers for you here, but if you choose to proceed and further your combat skills you will find them." The man raises his wooden sword and waves his hand, the blisters on Cannon's skin tingling with pain for a moment... Before all of his wounds and bruises sear and knit themselves shut with a burst of heat, healing him.