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Trotts won the fight, but we et skewered’

’Yes, Captain’

Taking the healer by one arh the crowd ’Trotts needs you,’ he said as they walked ’It’s bad A crushed throat-’

’Then how in Hood’s name is he still alive?’

’Mulch opened a hole above his lungs and the bastard’s breathing through that’

Mallet frowned, then slowly nodded ’Clever But Captain, I may not be much use to you, or Trotts-’

Paran’s head snapped around ’You’d better be If he dies, so do we’

’My warren-’

’Never mind the excuses, just heal the man, damn you!’

’Yes, sir, but just so you know, it’ll probably kill me’

’Fener’s balls!’

’It’s a good exchange, sir I can see that Don’t worry, I’ll heal Trotts -- you’ll all get out of this, and that’s what ht now’

Paran stopped He closed his eyes, fighting the sudden waves of pain froh clenched teeth, he said, ’As you say, Mallet’

’Aio on, then, Healer’

’Yes, sir’

Mallet disengaged his arm and headed over to the squad

Paran forced open his eyes