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Mit moved quicker, with Tora on his side he could approach him fast. He accessed his magic, his hands and eyes glowing green. He touched first the tiger's mind clearing it of remaining Bloodlust then buried his other hand over Tora's chest where he was bleeding. his magic sealing the wound quickly.

Once he was sure of the clear mind and he healed chest he moved to Tora's side. "This will hurt," He warned as he closed on hand over the arrow shaft, his other hand sliding over the fur until it was close to the wound, "Are you ready?"

Mit pulled hard and fast, freeing the arrow from it's place and instently using his magic to close the wound once the arrow was free. When the bleeding had stopped he placed both hands back on the wounds and closed his eyes to fully heal both wounds. He had a feeling Violet would hurt him, if he didn't make sure Tora was perfectly alright.

Mit pulled his hands out of Tora's fur, sighing. It had been a long time since he'd had to heal anyone. He rubbed Tora's head, like he had with so many other wild animals, "Does it feel better? As soon as you get rid of the blood, we can go see Lady Violet... She's very worried about you..."

Mit used the tiger's shoulder to stand, "I'm not that weak of a magic user. It's just been a very long time since I had to use that sort of magic. It's like using a muscle you haven't used in a long time. You feel a little stiff afterwards and a bit tired. We should get to the others before Ambersky rips out that man's throat."

"There's really no point in killing him, now," Violet said, her tone a little flat from what Mit had said. "Just leave him."

"What did they want with you, anyways?" Violet asked.

Mit didn't answer her for a minute. He checked the unconscious man's pulse then pulled off his mask, "It's Dooris... that means the one Tora killed was probably Lanis..." He fell back to his haunches, "That mean's this is Uncle Aiolis."

Mit looked to Violet, "Me dead, that's what they want. These men worked for my father's half brother. I'm something of an oddity, in my home country. I look like a human and can pass among them unbothered. Elves and humans don't have a problem with each other, unless there a child from their union. I'm the son of a son of one of those unions. Because of who my Grandfather and master are, I'm welcomed in the elven world, and gained the title, 'mage of the forest'... My uncle however has been aiming for that same title for about five hundred years. He's... jealous... to the point that it's deadly."

Ambersky growled, "Should I kill Dooris?"

Mit ran a hand through his hair, "No... I don't want any more blood on my conscious if I can stop it."

"So they been following you, trying to assassinate you?" Violet asked.