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That's pretty much Maam from Dragon Quest, too.

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Geek the mage. After never making a deal with a dragon, it's the most important rule of running. Always. Geek. The. Mage. First.

My friends joke that being a pacifist mage is something of a bad thing to combine with shadowrunning. I usually laugh along, but my friends, they know. They know it's a ploy so I don't have to. And it's done its job. I'm never targeted and I just keep my friends alive and patch them up. I scout with spirits, boost and shield. But I'm deemed useless and 'just a healer'.

Before I awakened my magic I was studying to become a doctor. I've always wanted to save lives and when I was visited by my guardian spirit we didn't see eye to eye at first. We eventually got along. We made a deal. I would get near limitless knowledge about the human body so it could help my healing efforts, and my guardian spirit would have free reign if I wasn't observed by friends and asleep.

Unusual, sure, but not unheard of. And one of the terms was that I would be unrecognisable. Another was that if my body was threatened, I could call in the help to solve problem to our mutual benefit.

So when I remained of my running team, all bleeding out, and stared down the barrel of what I assumed was a heavily modded Aztechnology LMG, I called out.

The world turned black and time stood still. My guardian spirit stood before me, sharply dressed in a black suit with burgundy and gold trim. On his lapel a tiny pin of a star shining bright on a torch.

"I'm calling in the emergency clause. But no destructive magic. You know my vow."

My spirit smiles and says

"Very well. You can watch. But we will renegotiate."

Usually when he takes over I lose consciousness. This time I'm fully aware.

Time resumes. As the person wielding the gun gloats about how I am a useless mage and how they could keep me for last I see my body move. I feel the magic course through my body and leave my fingers. As my eyes get suffused with magic as well the bodies around me become translucent.

I see nerves being cut. Not the sensory ones, but the ones signalling motor function.

I hear the enemies becoming confused. Confusion turns to panic. But without nerves to carry the signals to muscles to move they can't do a thing. They are completely paralyzed.

Next, my body magically removes the vitamin C from their bodies and accelerates their metabolic rates for wound closure. Small white lines turn slowly red. White dots getting bigger and opening up. Teeth start falling out. Blood starts dripping at first, but as old wounds open up and scar tissue dissolves, blood gushes and spirts out.

More magic flows. This time it moves into the hearts of the enemies. It strengthens the movements and boosts the heart rate.

The enemies are no longer humans, but fountains of blood.

In 5 long minutes my body is almost drained of energy, but 7 armed gunmen lay before me. Fully drained.

I awakened into a tradition of Black Magic. And for my skills I made a deal with Lucifer, The Adversary, my guardian spirit. Tonight, will do so again.

Blood for the Blood Lilly!

Have you read the sequel? Feel like she gets quite a bit more development there.

Nah.
They're just usually not proficient in their usage. Operating word being usually.
Everybody can swing an axe, but you need training to swing an axe good.

Our eyes are special. They have their own system.

Really? Why would the immune system attack your eyes?

>The bond between him and his God wavered, reminding him of his duty.
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>Do no harm.
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>Well, fuck that duty.

As a certain frenchman once said: "Sometimes the only way to save a life is to take one"

If you find it shoot a reply or something! I’m not opposed to the idea, and would love to see something that wasn’t just revenge porn haha

I believe that’s the one. It’s a straight banger tho

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That very scary and interesting

The wrong way to use healing magic?

There's a book I am reading on WebNovel, Supreme Magus by Legion20.

In the book there are the 6 basic magic elements, light, dark, fire, air, earth and water.

Light magic is the standard 'healing' magic, but its potential for harm is just as bad. Light magic accelerates Natural Healing, which means that you can interweave light and fire magic to create a spell that burns someone and heals those burns. The person will rapidly weaken and die because their own body kills itself to heal its wounds by consuming nutrients to do so.

She probably wouldn't survive very long.

With the only one who might undo my damage out of the picture, I drew my attention to the other five. They were, of course, incredibly confused and angry - mostly at the "traitor" who had shot their (apparently incompetent) healer. Everything was going swimmingly. Now, it was time to attempt something more permanent.

The body required balance to function. Even a minor disturbance, and everything would shut down, the intricate systems crashing into one another before death. I moved my focus to the leader.

Like forcing arrows out of the body, I tore holes in the flesh separating the lungs from their thick, rich blood vessels. Pressure differentials ensured that the lungs would would have lots of trouble ever becoming filled with oxygen again - plus, blood loss was always a good thing for death.

She descended into a coughing fit immediately, but coughing wasn't enough to prevent this horrible wound from doing its damage. Blood clots formed, the body trying its best to restore the delicate balance that kept it functioning, but they were easy enough to destroy if it ever came to that.

My next target would end up a little less lucky. She was holding a spear, on guard duty while the rest of them talked it out. I jerked her head down, something that I had done to my teammates at times to save them from getting it, especially when they were wounded. Except, this time, her head was plunged into her own spear.

They didn't know how I had done it, but it was pretty obvious what I had done at this point. They were all trained on me, ready to murder me after I had made a stunning last stand. To them, I was some sort of witch, or a fighter in disguise. It didn't matter at all, enough. They just wanted me, and my teammates (at a lesser priority), dead. So I had no choice but to fight back.

It was less of a fight and more of a massacre.

Of course, I couldn't "heal" all three of them at once. So, I had to find a faster way to kill them. I raked my brain for knowledge of vulnerable points. And I found one rather easily - the neck. Hanging was a method of execution, and I could use this. If you applied enough force to the head, you could snap someone's neck, which would kill them almost instantly.

But that was too much force - after all, why kill when you can simply neutralize? The eyes were an incredibly vulnerable point, after all. This is why the body has so many instincts protecting them. Eyelid reflexes, aversion to pointy things, defensive hand reflexes... none of which would work.

By pushing the eye jelly inwards, I made short work of their functionality, rendering the remaining enemies completely blind. Their attacks would be completely useless, now that they were incapable of seeing me.

I then made short work of their bodies, cutting the blood flow off of each heart, one by one. They were all dead, for they had underestimated the power of creativity and desperation.

At this point, as the rest of my party came to, I found their attitudes changed as I stitched up their lower priority wounds. I wasn't a resource anymore, I was a team member. Beyond that, I was a total badass. Part of that was fear, but another part was genuine respect - something that was, sadly, hard to come by.

One thing is certain: I'm not a healer anymore.

I am a bloodbender.

I was a healer by trade. I had spent countless months learning what a human body was supposed to look like. Months identifying the common conditions you experienced in battle, what they looked like, and how to fix them. Years practicing on dummies and, later, on real people.

And it barely bought me any respect.

"Oh, you should go where you're best at..." they said. "There's no shame in being a healer, it's important," they said. And, yet, I was looked down upon by the entire party, because I wasn't dealing damage. I should have gone into combat; my abilities could have marginally less use there, but they definitely would have bought me far more glory.

I barely had time to reflect on that before we were ambushed.

It was ten on ten, the regiments having the exact same size. Three knights (mainly for defense), three strikers (mainly for offense), three specialists of various kinds, and a single healer. Despite the standard makeup of regiments being the same, every team was different in some way.

Firey bolts arced through the sky, aiming themselves directly towards our knights, who braced themselves for the impact. They were met with steel shields, which heated up absorbing the attack, but remained intact, more or less.

Next was our team's return fire. A round of ice and rock, from various different angles. Their teams struggled to meet it, mostly opting to dodge instead. That was a sign of cowardice, and we smelled blood.

I advanced forward, staying towards the tail end of the group, but allowing myself to get cover as the battle slowly devolved from structured exchange of fire into all-out chaos. Arrows, water and ice (mainly for neutralization purposes), rocks, and, of course, fire were hit left and right. But that wasn't my role. They handled the attack and defense. I was supposed to keep everyone else fighting.

And somebody was hit. Our best attacker took an arrow to his right arm. I was right on it.

I extended an invisible tentacle about thirty feet. Well, that was the best metaphor I had found for what I was doing - peering into his body. And there it was. The easiest thing to manipulate was blood - well, saliva and urine were easier, but those weren't relevant to healing. And, luckily, the most common wounds were blood-related.

Sadly, the arrow had punctured a major artery. If this had been conventional healing, the arrow would have to be left in. But this wasn't conventional healing.

Bleeding was only unwanted blood flow, and this could be stopped. I pushed the blood through the artery, acting as walls reinforcing the tube. This would keep everything running smoothly and prevent further blood loss. Removing the arrow was trivial. Just a little bit of extra pressure, and it just popped right back out.

Finally, it was time to seal the blood vessel. This was the easiest part - although it was also the most time-consuming. All I needed to do was thicken the blood around the wounds - and this was accomplished by drawing the water towards the center. I was protected well enough to do this, but the way they approached it made it obvious where their priorities were. My value wasn't as a person, but as their healer. An asset to be guarded, not a person to be defended.

About a minute later, and the wound was healed up enough. I was confident that the body itself would do the rest of the work, so I was able to move on.

And, just as one wound had been sealed up, two more took their place.

A burn on the shoulder, and a broken leg from a chunk of rock.

I didn't prioritize the burn; the broken leg was far worse. Simple punctures were one thing, but a broken bone was far more difficult to mend. I first had to set the bone, which would allow it to heal.

The muscles worked electrically by expanding and contracting. Little electric pumps. Although blood was closer and easier, these weren't quite outside my domain. By expanding one and contracting another, I straightened the leg. I'd have to make sure that it didn't get moved, whether that movement was by an enemy or by my teammate's own rash decision. Of course, even though nothing was actually being done, watching it required quite a bit of my attention.

Healing the broken bone wasn't something I was able to directly do. All I could do was direct and aid the body's natural processes. I directed resources to the bone, blood and nutrients, to ensure a speedy recovery.

Then, there was the hardest part: The splint. I certainly couldn't do it in the combat zone, so I had to get him over to me. And, so, with ample warning, I applied a force to all of him that I had power over, dragging his form over to me. It was just the same as usual - although he was a bit on the heavier side, so it took a lot out of me.

After applying a splint to ensure that his leg wouldn't be moved for good, I was able to move on. We were down to four uninjured team members, one of each class. This, of course, included myself, so they only counted three. I didn't blame them - nobody counted the healer. What exactly could I do if they were knocked out of commission? It was infuriating, to be helpless in a situation like that. Yet, through my background, I had only myself to blame for being in that corner.

Slinging more fire and ice, my teammates fought in a tighter and tighter circle as fewer and fewer of them became fit to fight. No deaths had happened yet, but I certainly had my hands full. Someone was bleeding out in five places, and it took all of my attention to hold it back while they were forced to resort to bandages - which weren't ever supposed to be used. That's how far we were down.

And, soon, I was the only one in fighting condition. Well, if I had ever been in fighting condition to begin with.

Luckily, they had all been stabilized. So, I turned my attention to the other team. The six who remained, who were about to assault me.

All I had was an impromptu pair of walls that my team's specialists had put up. They'd take punishment before they got to me, and we were all dead. But, then, it occurred to me: Bleeding was just the wrong kind of blood flow. And stopping bleeding was trivial. So, what if I stopped the right kind of bleeding?

I stuck a tendril into one at the front. I could see him just the same as my own team members. It was all there, ready for me to latch on and "heal". And I went right for the heart.

The blood got its own oxygen supply from two tiny vessels. Stopping their flow was almost trivial. All I had to do was keep it going for a few minutes, and their heart would peter out and die.

But I didn't have a few minutes, did I?

He fell down, clutching his heart. These were results, trivially produced results. Results that had bought me some time, as the rest of the enemies stared in disbelief. They didn't think to connect it to me as their own healer's vision rushed in, confused. But, despite his heart attack, he would be okay.

The archer aimed his bow at me, ready to shoot. But that wouldn't do. Just like with my fallen ally, I set his "broken arm" in place, preventing him from "accidentally" moving it, and causing great harm. Then, compared to what I had just done earlier, rotating him 180 degrees was trivial. Their healer, not mine, was the one taken out with his arrows. I saw to it that a major artery was pierced; who was I to stop her from moving right into the arrow's path?

Now that there was damage to be healed, I recalled the one sentence that the healing professor had emphasized the most: There is nothing that causes more damage than a poorly done healing. So, now, it was time to make a grievous mistake. I used the healer's own blood to push the arrow out of her body, leaving a huge open wound.

Without me stopping the flow, the worst case scenario happened: blood started pouring out of her at an alarming rate. The blood loss, combined with the pain and the critical arm injury ensured that she wouldn't be able to control it. After all, the hardest person to heal is always yourself.

You mess with the healer, you get the cyanide pill. Fantastic! 😁

That story was absolutely delicious. Well done!

Also I learned something new today about tension pneumothorax management! I didn't know the 2nd intercostal space could fail half of the time!

The hands that heal can also kill.. it's why Jack the Ripper is suspected to have been medically trained. He surgically removed parts of his victims!

Or Xenoblade Chronicles 2's Nia. She literally kills a guy using healing magic

[ In today's news, we report that the celebrity adventuring team known as Silent Sparrows has suffered great tragedy. We can now confirm that, last night, members of the former heroic team lost their lives during their raid on the infamous boss known as Bigshot and that the accused killer is their dedicated healer, Thomas Ingleford. Our expert source reported that after Bigshot was taken down, it is accused that Thomas Ingleford brutally massacred the Silent Sparrows team. In this unbelievable and devastating news, we are still waiting on further updates on what happened and why such a terrible thing occurred. As always, stay tuned for more news. ]

Down a long white and sterile corridor, harsh echoes of footsteps could be heard. They sounded out at a steady pace, neither hurried nor too slow. At the end of the corridor was a high security detainment room, with a single man locked to a wall, arms and legs shackled with cutting-edge metallurgical braces. While restrained, the man stood upright with a calm façade and a slight grin and eyes gleaming . From time to time a small giggle would sound out, discordant with the serious image of the room. The man was famously known as Thomas Ingleford.

The footsteps finally came to a halt outside the room, which held an exterior wall of thick bullet-proof glass. Thomas' eyes locked on to the visual stimulus; a tall woman with dark burgundy hair. Her arms were stuck deep into the pockets of a voluminous trench coat, which covered a shirt and suit. The woman stared at Thomas with a slight frown, as though she was trying to solve some sort of problem.

"Hahaha!" Tom howled with a manic sound which might be interpreted to be a laugh. "So they dragged you into this mess, my dear Emily! How about we have a good chat and figure this out. And then I’d like to get home and have a nice warm shower and hopefully I can get Roger to cook me up a nice warm meal. I must say, you've kept yourself well in these years, although you are looking a little tired. Have they put you through a little too much overtime, my love?"

With a deepened frown, Emily questioned “Tom, did you do it?”

“Why certainly, it’s clear as day that we bagged Bigshot. You should know that, dear Emily” with a kindly expression, Tom adjusted his posture as though he was relaxing in his favourite library.

“You know what I mean, Tom! Did you kill them!?” cried out Emily, her voice cracking at the end, as she was unable to maintain her composure.

Tch Tom clucked his tongue and reprimanded “And how could that be possible? I’m only a lowly healer. Everyone knows that a healer can’t hurt people. We are weak, we can’t achieve the damage of a warrior or a mage! Even I, a pinnacle expert of my field, was constantly reminded of this fact by by lovely former companions.” Tom sneered, as he tried to contain the burning rage.

“But Tyson, Bob and Beth…” Emily whispered, before crying out “Why - Tom!? Why couldn’t you let them be?”

Tom’s face instantly scrunched up with hatred, his eyes looking almost devilish. Within a moment, the restraining chains shattered into dust, as the particles surrounding Tom’s skin vibrated at an inhuman frequency. Deep lacerations on his flesh disappeared as new blood and cells raced to fill the void. Freshly minted skin manifested like magic, giving the feeling of a mirage, as if exposed blood and bone could never have been.

With a boom, Tom slammed into the glass and a bright purple sheen burst out, as the energy shield strained to distribute the momentous force.

In a rage, Tom screamed “Those… people. They should have treated their healer with respect. I’m the best in the world and where is the THANKS I get!? WHERE. IS. MY. RESPECT?!!?” An overwhelming torrential downpour of sound tore off chunks of the sturdy walls, flying everywhere. Emily hastily covered her ears and bowed down from the pain. She could barely make a sound as her mind shook and consciousness blurred.

As the sound died, Tom calmly dusted off his clothes and rubbed his teeth with his tongue as though his mouth was full of dirt.

With a voice of serenity, Tom gently reassured “My apologies, dear Emily. You have seen a great disgrace. I shall endeavour to make it up to you. As for your questions, I’d be more than happy to fill you in at a later date. I think I’d like a nice shower now and clean off this filth. Unfortunately for my late companions, they were not up to scruff against Bigshot. The powerless healer needed to finish the job for them and I was unable to provide them with aid in time due to the chaotic battle. Shame. A great shame. I’m sure the historians will find great pleasure in highlighting the great deeds of the heroic damage dealers of Silent Sparrows. Many a bard will sing a tale over beer and wine, with a raucous volley of excitement. And the useless healer will simply find his own way to be someone of importance.”

As Emily managed to get to her feet, glass slowly shattered, the energy field crumbled to particles, and everything faded to black.

“Bye, bye Emily. I shall look forward to seeing you next time.”

The echoes of footsteps returned to the long corridor, pacing away in an unhurried beat, before everything went silent.

1st episode got me horny in all the wrong ways

Well done! My grandfather was a surgeon and anesthesiologist and I totally read this in his voice.