Elec-Squall approaches Euphie, he stands chest out, at attention. When she reaches up and snakes her fingers around his brooch, he leans forward ever-so-slightly, feeling the magic infusion. !! the electric fuzz that served as eye-brows shot straight up, as Elec-Squall's face became an embodiment of surprise. That's how you wear so little armor, I must have you aboard the airship! What services you could provide! Thank you, and hold that thought...
Wrangling the now subservient jackals into a more manageable position was far less injurious than forcing them to submit in the first place. Jackals, have you any say for your future? Local authorities, or a fresh start in a new place, I'd even offer a position as trap springer for this group. Lot's of potential for someone who was forced to raid! Where can I place you to better society, sustainably? I know several airships that need crews of men, well paying, and much less dangerous than ambushing passerby. Elec-Squall talks with both men as if they hadn't just about broke his leg. Polite, and even caring, he seems to be attempting a rehabilitation process.
He was so wrapped up in the prisoners, he hadn't notice the corpse-kiss, that Edward had been shaken by.
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Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe Elec-Squall is at 19/35 6/7 at the end of combat
Spend 1 surge 8+4+2= 14
Now Elec-Squall at 33/35 5/7
Euphie recharges his brooches daily (!)
Elec-Squall donates a surge to Euphie,
Final
33/35 HP 4/7 HS
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