[i]Alon is busy throughout the night, his staff a constant glow, as he goes around treating minor wounds and closing larger ones. He wipes sweat from his brow, looking at the long line of those awaiting treatment.[/i] Well shit... okay... let's do this.... [i]The orb atop glows a cheerful green as he slams the bottom of the staff to the ground, a green pulse emanating it's way around the room. It repeats in waves, each wave bringing soothing relief, even to those uninjured. The next few's pain was drown out by the soothing of the first, as most wounds were closed, leaving about half left; those with major injury, or far away. Alon falls to his knee, metal fist banging on the ground, leaving a dent. He grimaces at it.[/i] Gotta get used... to that... [i]He stands shakily, the energy spent to pull that off tremendous. Those laying in pain before were now up, wondering what happened, 100%. About 60% were all better. That left 40%. Alon groaned as he went around, tiredly healing them individually. He went around all night, not stopping, not until it was all done. It was the least he could do. [/i]