NOW’S YOUR TIME TO [GET SHOT] — team 12 iron round
THE DREAM SHIFTS FLUIDLY FROM ONE SCENE TO THE NEXT. Veronica startles at the way she is hoisted up onto the back of a suddenly-materializing horse, its reins thrust into her unsteady hand as a lance appears in the other. She blinks. Dizzying it is, almost, to be drawn up to the height of a mounted combatant— but Veronica keeps her composure as calm as she can make it. Though all of them had been granted weapons and armor anew, she can sense that their injuries have gotten none the better. A blue-haired ally remained on the ground despite his tattered clothes shifting into priest's robes— Veronica feels her own wounds still sting against the cloth of her shirt. Perturbing as all this was getting, she must keep her emotions moored if she wished to keep them all alive.
Especially considering their newly formed foes: there, emerging from the wake of their bygone beast is a small army of machines, with a giant automatron at the helm. A strange mechanism hangs from their limbs, akin to a cannon with multiple mouths. It’s not something Veronica thinks they’d like to get struck by. Their armor shines menacingly beneath the open sun, the glare near-enough to blind someone. They did not seem like the type of foe to fall so easily.
Veronica's eyes turn to her team, then to the figure of the collapsed student on the arena ground.
If she couldn't make her foes fall, she must at least continue to help her team up.
She urges her steed to trot towards him— Colm, the name suddenly enters her mind— slowly, so as to keep from scaring him. Veronica takes her lance and raises it to the sky. It's not meant for healing, she knows. But in this moment, she needs not a weapon, but rather, a staff. They stood in dire straits; if she could transform herself into a healer, so could this lance.
Veronica recovers +1 HP from Blessed Lance. Veronica HP: 6.5/10 VERONICA heals COLM with PHYSIC. (d20: 19. Great Heal!) Colm HP: 4.5/10
"Get up and be well," she murmurs.
Magic shines through the iron handle of the spear; as though light had been collected from the sun itself, it begins to glow. Veronica uses her hands to guide the power from its body to Colm's, the healing light washing over him like a river. The Emblian heaves a sigh. She can tell she's improving, but still, she wonders if it's enough. If it ever even will be.
Perhaps for now, she can believe that it is. Even in a dream, that she could be anything other than a beast on the battlefield is a small comfort to her.
@ whoever’s next!