(Back in the debate room)
Manya conceded Frederich’s point, “You speak the truth with no falsity. Very well, Cestny shall take Crawford Briggs under our command.”
“I believe Ode would benefit greatly from the Healing hero”, Frode proposed.
(In the display room)
Next there came a woman with chestnut brown hair and the kind yet stern appearance that only the motherly knew how to adopt, named Clara Fleming. Brought before her were three men, each naked above the waist. One was already rather sickly looking, covered in boils, while the other two looked perfectly normal. Normal, until one of them drank a vial of something that made him collapse with his lips starting to turn blue, and the other was approached by a guard, who gave him a nasty set of slashes across his torso and face. Clara was told beforehand what would happen but it was still shocking to see people so willingly harm themselves for this. Keeping her composure in the face of the violence, she immediately went to work, setting up a triage. Quickly raising her hand, she used her power to staunch the bleeding for the man who was slashed. With him being taken care of for a moment, she turned to the man who drank poison. Taking a small dagger from her belt, she drew blood from his hand, and used another type of magic to suspend the magic midair. As it hung in the air, her eyes darted back and forth and her lips were moving like she was reading. Taking two vials, as well as various medicinal herbs in the pouches she kept. Clara tilted the man’s head up to drink the vial, which made him throw up. Sprinkling the herbs together and shaking up the vial, she gave the man the second vial which noticeably evened out the man’s breathing and returned his lips and face to a healthy color.
Turning her attention back to the bleeding man, threads of light appeared from her hand and as she waved her hands over the lacerations, the wounds knit themselves together from the inside out. Blood vessels, muscles, tendons and skin began to reform.
“You’ll be tender for a while, but you’re not in immediate danger.”
Finally, she turned her attention towards the man covered in boils. He looked at her with a mixture of tiredness and hope in his eyes. Her hands emitted a soft light that she placed over the man’s head, chest, and groin. Clara narrowed her eyes in concentration as she considered the matter. Snapping her eyes open, she muttered something unintelligible and a runic array appeared around the man. The runes shook and began moving forward, and started crawling onto the man’s body. They began glowing and sank into his skin and when the light vanished, the man stood there, his body still covered in boils. The people on the balcony began muttering amongst themselves, but unfettered, Clara turned towards her observers.
“He may not look it, but this man is cured”, she spoke with complete confidence, “I’ve made it so that his body will begin healing itself at an accelerated rate and soon, his body will be stronger than it was even before he was afflicted.”
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Naturally, such a bold statement caused the muttering to become even louder. Turning towards her impromptu patient, Clara took him by the hand and whispered, “Worry not. I know you would prefer it if I healed you completely, but this is the best way to make you stronger.”
Though the man seemed put out at still having his boils, he thanked Clara for her help. But as he stood up, he noticed that his body felt lighter and how his body didn’t constantly ache at the slightest form of movement.
(In the debate room)
“Her efficient control over her power and knowledge of medicine would be just what my country needs”, Frode explained.
Yusuf laid his hands on the table, “While you’re not wrong, Ms. Fleming would greatly benefit from my own country’s ready supply of medicinal herbs.”
Frode placed a clawed hand on his chest, “We also have a selection of medicinal substances. Plus, our country’s knowledge of various kinds of poison and our naturally healing landforms make for a place the Healing hero would benefit from in many ways. Besides, if she comes to Ode, other countries, including your own will have ready access to her power should the demons prove to be more than you can handle.”
The others seemed satisfied with the lynx-man’s logic.
“I believe it goes without saying the Ingenium hero will be coming with us”, Frederich declared.
(In the display room)
Out next came a wiry, but well built young man with dirty blond hair named Nikolas Tyche, hero the Fire god, Ingenium. Though his face appeared nonchalant, he was constantly shifting from foot to foot. Unlike the others, no live people were brought out, but there were five dummies. Slapping himself in the face, and shaking out his nerves, tongues of fire began dancing around his fingertips. He pointed his open hand at the first target and a plume of flames erupted forward, engulfing the target. In three seconds, all that was left was the stand the dummy was attached to. Turning his attention to the second dummy, he pointed a single finger and thumb up in a finger gun and a tiny but bright ball of fire sat at his fingertip. Bringing down his thumb, the ball shot forward and there was a small hole in the dummy, but it punched clean through. Making a snapping motion with his hand, a whip of fire appeared and he flung the whip forward, wrapped it around the third dummy’s neck and with a flick of his wrist, decapitated it. Next, Nikolas brought his hands together like he was gripping something only for a flaming longsword to appear which he charged forward with and with a single swipe, cut the fourth dummy through from what would have been shoulder to hip. Backing up, for the last dummy, he made a baseball sized fireball which he reared up like a pitcher and flung it in a line drive that promptly blew the dummy into nothing but stray particles of ash and flaming straw. Cracking a self satisfied grin, Nikolas straightened his collar and walked off.
(Back in the debate room)
“While the boy’s ability is more focused on causing destruction with his fire, he shows a certain unconventional manner of thinking that I believe our country can exploit.”
With Schaffen having decided on who its two heroes would be, the others really grew noticeably more tense at the prospect of recruiting their desired heroes.
“I believe the Death hero would be most suited to my country”, Manya suggested. Naturally, that declaration was met with much surprise.
