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Rhalen walks to a large open area by the lake.

Asmodean is there waiting for him wearing a suit of black armor.

Neither of them look happy.

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A look of sadistic pleasure twisted Rhalen's face.

The black fire from his fingertips ceased.

Rhalen walked closer to Asmodean's shuddering form, then he stretched his hand out and fired a blast of black energy at Asmodean point blank.

Asmodean's body shuddered, and lay limp.

Smiling evilly, Rhalen fired another blast.

Then another, and another.

Overtaken by a sadistic fury, Rhalen continued to pummel Asmodean's unconscious form.

Asmodean's heart stopped beating.

Rhalen gave an evil laugh.

He paused, and considered for a moment.

Suddenly, Rhalen realized how much of the True Power he had been using. Snarling, he spit at Asmodean's prone form.

Black fire blazes around Rhalen, and he sinks into the flames. His presence leaving the bar.

As soon as he's gone, Michael is moving, to drop to his knees next to Asmodean.

Max is the stronger healer of the two by far, always has been. But Max isn't in the bar. And there's no time to go and find anyone else.

So Michael closes his eyes, lays a hand flat on Asmodean's chest, and pours all the strength he can muster into healing him.

Asmodean's heart sputters to life Coughing blood for a moment, the bard resumes breathing haggardly.

Michael keeps the flow of power going for as long as he can, but healing was always more draining than using his other powers.

It's only a minute or so longer before, without opening his eyes again, he keels over sideways onto the grass, utterly exhausted.

When the healer collapses, Vetinari makes his way over swiftly. He quickly checks Michael's pulse and breathing. He seems steady enough. Rather than leave him outside, he lifts the other man easily over his shoulders. He quickly carries him out of the 'battle-field' and takes him back into the bar proper.

Michael is awake - possibly - but has no strength left to be responsive with. There's a room key somewhere about his person, or he'll be fine just left in a booth for the night, to rest.

The doctor in him wants to do something. Anything. He moves toward the battlefield, eyes scanning, hoping to find somethng to do, some way to be helpful.

The fight itself was unlike anything he'd ever witnessed before. More amazing than any movie special effects. Only, it wasn't a movie or special effects. it was real.

"Jasin?" He questions, hoping for a reaction. He assumed the other man had been a healer, but maybe there was still something he could do to help his friend.

Asmodean is breathing, but raggedly, and blood is trickling out of the corner of his mouth.

He bears no resemblance to conscious.

Though it's not easy or comfortable for him, House kneels down on his left knee, keeping his right leg straight and avoiding putting his weight on it. He balances himself carefully, keeping both hands free to examine Asmodean.

The pulse is weak, but steady. He's breathing, evidenced by a slight rise and fall of his chest.

He puts his hands on the man. eyes closed, trying to visualise internally. Doesn't look good.

His legs are a concern, too. The way they're bent...House doesn't need an X-ray to tell they're broken. And badly. He needs something to splint them, to straighten and keep them still, and looks around for sometihng he might use.

Tree branches? Maybe his best bet. The problem would be getting up to get them. And what to use to hold them in place?

Ryan hurried over to the other man by Asmodean. His mind was still reeling from what he had seen but he'd have time to process that later.

"Do you need any help?"

"Yes. His legs are broken. I need...Do you think Bar would give us something to stablise him? Otherwise tree branches will have to do." He's determined he'd have to rip his shirt for the ties to hold the branches in place. Whatever it takes.

It doesn't register that he doesn't know this guy. Doesn't matter. Right now, his priority is the man in front of him.

"It might. But I don't know," Ryan confesses, "I've never had to ask for any serious medical equipment."

"It's your call."

"Branches. Get me at least four. Thick. Sturdy. I can always try to get sometihng more solid later if needed." House nods. The position he's in is killing his leg, but he's thankful for the help. He'd have even more problems if he tried to do everything himself.

Ryan nods and heads towards the forest to gather the branches. He wastes no time getting four large branches and clearing them of smaller branches and leaves.

He wishes he listened to Elaine and carried a knife with him. He's not worried about the animals but that knife would come in handy right now, he thinks.

Ryan hurries back towards Asmodean and the other man, branches in tow. He hopes he remembers enough of his first aid training to be useful.

"Here," he says and kneels to set the branches on the ground.

"These are good." House nods approvingly. He quickly tears off strips from his shirt to use to secure the branches, asking Ryan to hold them steady. He works quickly, and it's a crude job, but it's effective for his purpose.

"Think you can carry him inside?" House uses his cane to pull himself up. It's not pain, exactly, but a strong ache settled in his leg. "And thank you for your help. I don't know what I would have done..."

"Yeah," Ryan answers. He briefly worries about any possible spinal injuries but he assumes that this man and the young man took care of the most serious injuries.

"And no problem, I think you and the kid did most of the work."

It's a little clumsy, and his back will be sore later, but Ryan hoists Asmodean over his shoulders in a fireman carry. He gets to his feet carefully and heads into the bar.

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