Adjutor
"Healed?" Adjutor asked, trying again to push himself up, "Thanks for th-"
The teen was cut off with a shout of pain as a white hot spike of pain was driven up his spine from that point where he'd felt the armor give way. Feeling as if someone had put a blowtorch to that exact spot, Adjutor gave up on his efforts to push himself up, the teen flopping back onto his face as his arms gave out. The sheer agony slammed into his mind again and again, screaming 'YOUR BACK IS FUCKED!' with every painful throb.
Taking a few moments, Adjutor managed to push past the pain, shutting it out as he tried to evaluate his current situation. Thankfully, Tyrfing finally stopped moving, having deposited them on another shadow and slipping back into Adjutor's hand as the familiar black shortsword.
Fuck. This is going to be a new one.
I don't think you've ever done your spine before. Never gotten it this injured either, but-
Shut up, Xarrest.
With that, Adjutor focused in on the shortsword in his hands, the pain fading further as the blade pulsed crimson.
Okay...first things first, heal up any damage to the spine itself...
A warm pulse ran down his back as the magic went to work, focusing in on the damaged area and restoring the damaged vertebrae.
Next comes...fuck, that hurts...okay, next would be the nerves themselves.
More blood was catalyzed to power his healing magic as Adjutor focused in on the nerves, trying to imagine the damaged endings slowly coming back together and make that mental image a reality.
Careful...don't want to reconnect the wrong nerves...
Sweat dripped from the teen's brow as he worked, eyes squeezed shut as he focused entirely on the damaged nerves that were oh so slowly stitching themselves back together. Finally, after minutes passed with agonizing slowness, the teen finally felt the last of the damaged nerves stitch itself back together, the rewired connection bringing new feeling back into his legs. The crimson pulses from Tyrfing finally died down as the healing magic finished its work. Even so, there was a definite soreness in the teen's back even now, though one that Adjutor felt he could wash away with time and further healing to top things off.
Releasing a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding, Adjutor took a few moments to try to recuperate from the recently healed injuries. The teen tried to stand up only to find that his legs weren't cooperating quite as well as he'd hoped, and the fresh throb of pain quickly persuaded him to quit his efforts. With a groan, Adjutor turned himself over, dismissing the Armor and leaving him in the jeans and hoodie ensemble he'd picked up from Forest's place, to look up at his apparent savior.
"Thanks again for the-" Adjutor winced at a fresh throb of pain, "The save. Could you pull me up?"
With that, the teen raised a hand up for Roxas, "I think it's going to take me a bit to heal up from that. Sorry."