"Take off your armor."
"Rivek, you're fucking nuts. What if I got hit?"
"You're already hit. It's magefire - you can't see it, but you can feel it, right?"
Bohren nodded.
"It's white magic - white magic that's going to burn inside you until it reaches your spine, rendering you immobile until it burns through to your brain."
"Fantastic bedside manner you have, but I'm pretty sure don't want to die."
"Then shut up and take off your shirt." Rivek unlaced his gauntlet and slashed open his palm. "Not the best, but really all I can think of at the moment."
Rivek tore a corner off the now-useless shirt and clenched it in his bleeding hand, letting the fibers saturate until the gray fabric had turned a deep purple. As he peeled the wet cloth from his cut, he felt a distinct sting for every strand trying to stick to his wet palm. The area which had been closest to the self-inflicted wound had already begun to thin from the acidity. Sloppily, he used it to bind Bohren's shoulder.
"Now how long do we have?" Bohren muttered. The fire was already starting to cool as the black blood ate away at the fire's magic source.
"Until I die from blood loss. Let's just hope that's not anytime soon because I"m not a great doctor."
"I think I prefer Willow."
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I love this one ^^ The scrollwork is beautiful!
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