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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scotley" data-source="post: 2417577" data-attributes="member: 11520">Michael finds the feel of the deck beneth his feet most reasuring. He heart is pumping hard with the exersion of the effort he just made. A line goes out as requested, but it was already too late for the other crewman. Nac'Losin begins to call on her magic and heal the Toadman. Next she turns to Michael and rips open his shirt. Warm blood runs down his chest and leg. Her fingers are cool and dry against his skin. She begins to chant once more in the strange language of her people and their religion. The holy symbol is clutched in her hand. A feeling of warmth courses through the shoulder and down the leg. A soft glow covers the wounds for a moment, and then fades to reveal healthy pink flesh were an instant before it was torn and bloody. Nac'Losin takes in a deep breath and sighs it back out then rises. Michael turns his attention once more to the crew and their attack on the shark. They had a couple of good rounds as the sharks swarmed the image in the water. At least 3 sharks were killed and perhaps more wounded. The detect magic doesn't reveal anything within range.</blockquote>