"He went in?!" May exclaimed in disbelief. She didn't have time to think over the royally stupid decision the janitor had taken as a couple of orcs bolted at her. Even the dullest forsaken understood that taking care of the healer took precedence over everything else.
May created a ward of divine power, restricting their advances, but they broke through the obstruction, swinging their weapon twice. Thankfully, a couple of sisters from Azalea Garden appeared before her to intercept the orcs.
"We cannot worry about him," Lady Cassandra said, her voice drifted in a crackle of supersonic waves. "Take care of the problem at hand, and only then can we worry about him."
"Hold on for a second, you stupid cook," May gritted her teeth. She cast a healing spell on a soldier who had a blade drilled into his ribcage. A sister from Azalea went to assist him, while her spell did most of the work of keeping him alive.
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