John knew better then to lean over the highlander the moment the eyes flash open. One more lesson to file away, 'keep well away from unconscious fool who wake up still fighting' rules that he would need to restudy again or have Howl help him practice on. He head bloom with pain, stars dancing in his field of vision, his body was sailing through the air, and a white hot anger rush over him. 'No one touches Johny and gets away with it.' There is a flash of something in his eyes and he felt his body twist and darkness closed in on him.
"John...gods John, son are you alright..." He could hear his Mom's voice as he blink at her, through the vibration of aether as he felt the healing spell she was using. He frown as he his body shift slightly upwards and then down, and then up, down. He look down, ears shooting up as he took in first the dagger in his hand, resting in his lap, and then under where he was sitting was the highlander, out cold from the blooming bruise that was coloring the side of the hyur's head. He look up, panic starting to show in his eyes. "He's alright, you just knock him out. I'm going to have Mimi take you into the next room while the Brass Blades see to these two." She point first to the one that was under him and then the midlander that was still out cold in the other bed.
It didn't take long for him to scamper into one of the other rooms, Mimi right behind him. "That was great, Master Waterstrike," she said, finishing up the healing that his mom had first started on him. She notice he was shaking a little. "It's ok, I know you don't like fighting."
"I don't want to do it again..." he whisper, though to her or himself, he isn't sure. Especially since he didn't know how he had done it as well. He look down at his shaking hands, remembering hearing Pick's voice before he black out. 'What have I done to myself when I touch Pick's memories?'
"John...gods John, son are you alright..." He could hear his Mom's voice as he blink at her, through the vibration of aether as he felt the healing spell she was using. He frown as he his body shift slightly upwards and then down, and then up, down. He look down, ears shooting up as he took in first the dagger in his hand, resting in his lap, and then under where he was sitting was the highlander, out cold from the blooming bruise that was coloring the side of the hyur's head. He look up, panic starting to show in his eyes. "He's alright, you just knock him out. I'm going to have Mimi take you into the next room while the Brass Blades see to these two." She point first to the one that was under him and then the midlander that was still out cold in the other bed.
It didn't take long for him to scamper into one of the other rooms, Mimi right behind him. "That was great, Master Waterstrike," she said, finishing up the healing that his mom had first started on him. She notice he was shaking a little. "It's ok, I know you don't like fighting."
"I don't want to do it again..." he whisper, though to her or himself, he isn't sure. Especially since he didn't know how he had done it as well. He look down at his shaking hands, remembering hearing Pick's voice before he black out. 'What have I done to myself when I touch Pick's memories?'
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