Constantly maintaining the barriers of every Scythe, Henry Smith's mana was starting to run out.
Seeing all his subjects killed by the hands of humans, the Goblin King Shaman sat in his throne. His eyes covered by the shadow of his forehead. He stood up, and muttered, "So it's you."
Seeing Henry Smith panting from exhaustion of mana depletion, he raised his left hand in which he held the orb, and muttered, "Wind Blade".
An invisible blade formed out of wind, but still visible to the eyes of a Scythe had cut through Henry Smith's barrier, and his right arm which then fell on the ground.
He held his half severed arm tightly, and screamed in pain, and agony. Blood poured out like water from a bucket. Every second that went by, the pain worsened. Blood kept coming out, showing no signs of stopping.
The moment the "Wind Blade" was launched towards Henry Smith, nobody had noticed it except me, and the raid leader. Even though we had noticed the attack coming, why did we not do anything. The raid leader saw it, but did not make it in time to stop the attack. He did not warn him because shouting was pointless,and the attack was already on it's way. I, obviously, could not step in either because 1; I was not a Scythe so I could not risk getting found out, and 2; I was pretending to be someone else.
Losing focus, and mana every second as blood drips down from his right arm. Barriers from every Scythe disappeared as soon as Henry Smith fell to the ground, and lost all focus on the barriers protecting the Scythes.
Marine Millers took action as fast as she could, and started healing Henry Smith.
Healers are what one might call a gifted Scythe. Healers are respected, and valued for their incredible ability to heal. Healers can heal someone even from the brink of death. Healers can restore lost body parts, regenerate lost limbs, cure illnesses, heal wounds, and even cure diseases. However, not every healer is capable of such a feat. Healers who dedicate their entire life to healing, and expand the pool of their knowledge they can absorb by learning more, and more about healing, can they truly achieve that level. Some have to work hard to achieve that level of healers, while some are just born with talent.
Marine Millers was a relatively new healer, and she had become someone who could heal multiple targets at the same time from grave wounds, but this was the first time she had seen a human's severed arm, and she had to heal him. She had to regenerate his severed arm because no one was a healer except her. So the duty naturally fell on her.
Marine Millers stretched out her hands toward Henry Smith's severed right arm. Looking at the arm with no hand, and blood dripping out constantly, she was afraid, she was trembling, her entire body was shaking. She was shivering in fear because she had to regenerate this man's severed arm, otherwise he would die of blood loss.
Seeing that Marine Millers was healing Henry Smith, the Goblin King Shaman irritatingly said, "Don't struggle, or it will hurt more", and launched another attack, "Wind Blade."
This time seeing, and reacting to the attack on time, the raid leader dashed forward towards Marine Millers and deflected the attack which then hit, and formed a huge cut mark in the ceiling.
"You're not getting past me, damn goblin!"
The raid leader said angrily, as he stood in front of Marine Millers, and Henry Smith, facing the Goblin King Shaman.
"I do not understand what you are saying, and I am sure neither do you."
The Goblin King Shaman said, causally.
"I will not let this go on any further because wasting time on weak creatures will be an embarrassment to our Lord _______."
The Goblin King Shaman said, furiously. The shift in his tone changed drastically.
"Mages! Stay in the back, and keep attacking with your magic! Combatants! Charge with me! We will all attack simultaneously!"
The raid leader shouted, with a stern voice.
"Yes sir!"
All responded in unison. Their voices stern as well.
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What should I do? I have a sword, so that means I have to fight with them. Should I fight? Or should I not fight? If I don't, nobody's going to notice. What to doz?
[ Warning: The individual and enemy 'Goblin King Shaman is stronger than you at this moment. I would advise against engaging in close combat. Keep your distance ]
What? Then how are we supposed to win this? Everyone here is strong, so I'm sure they'll win!
[ Keep your distance ]
Woah?! Why do you sound mad?! Okay! I'll keep my distance, and stay back!
[ The probability of you dying from facing the Goblin King is 44% ]
[ If stronger Scythes, such as the individual named Marc Mckinley, who is the leader of this group, faced the individual Goblin King Shaman, then zero causalities would be possible ]
Oh right! The raid leader is a C-Class Scythe! But, I don't think anyone here is as strong as him! Sure, there's the healer, but she occupied at the moment. The barrier dude is in the worst shape compared with everyone. The fire girl is strong, but will she be able to take down that thing?
[ Let's observe for the moment ]
Wha—, okay.
…
Following Marc Mckinley, the raid leader, every Scythe with a sword or dagger charged towards the Goblin King Shaman with weapons in hand.
They kept attacking, slashing, dashing and cutting, from behind, front, and both sides. The Scythes kept attacking from all directions, leaving no room for the Goblin King Shaman to counterattack.
…
While the fighting was going on in the front, Marine Millers was doing her best to heal, and regenerate Henry Smith's severed right arm.
Henry Smith saw her visibly shaken body as tears started forming in Marine Millers eyes.
"I'm a healer! I can do this! I'm a healer! I can do this! I'm a healer! I can do this! I'm a healer! I can do this! I'm a healer! I can do this! I'm a healer! I can do this! I'm a healer! I can do this! I'm a healer! I can do this!"
Marine Millers thought, and kept repeating the same phrase in her mind over and over again. Tears flowed down from her cheeks, and landed on her biceps, and then landed on the ground.
Finally realizing that her "Healing Magic" is not working, and that if she does not do anything about Henry Smith's arm, he will surely die. If he does not die from the enemy attacks, he will die of blood loss. If nothing is done, he will die nonetheless. Marine Millers realized that that is a price that cannot be paid because his "Barrier Magic" was the only thing protecting them, meaning if Henry Smith dies everyone else dies with him.
The realization hit her hard as she was on fully concentrated on Henry Smith's arm, but her body was still trembling. She was so focused on healing him and bringing him back to full recovery that she forgot other Scythes were in a death match against the Goblin King Shaman. It was as if she knew that everyone was going to be okay. Maybe it was her instinct.
However, that did not distract her, or break her concentration. For she was a healer who could not afford to lose even a single life, or be someone who could not even save a life.