At the moment, Emery's body was soaking wet, as his mind was concentrating on casting his [Nature Blessing] spell, healing his still wounded body to the optimal state as fast as possible. Feeling the pleasant feeling coursing through his body, Emery perceived his previously wounded spirit core would return to its normal condition soon. However, he still had to focus his mind, as he knew the situation was turning for the worse every second passed.
Emery was no longer concerned about the drastic problem plaguing his fey bloodline. He could handle that matter later. Right now, he just needed his spirit core to function properly again to help the girl, who was fighting with the crazy man in front of him.
win? loose? flee?