Jett finally and slowly crawled out of the rubble that was meant to be his grave. Every part of his body hurt like crazy. He lay on the ground, thoroughly checking his injuries. "Argh, that really hurt. My arm's dislocated, and I've got a pretty deep wound in my abdomen."
The sounds of battle echoed in the distance, but luckily for him, no one was nearby. "A terrorist attack at a time like this? Who could they be? I don't remember reading anything about this in the book." He looked around and saw that everyone was holding their own. With their aid, the adventurers steadily subjugated the attackers one by one.
"First thing's first," he muttered, activating a skill.
[Regeneration A]
[Able to heal all physical injuries no matter how severe; cannot reattach severed limbs.]
"That's more like it." Jett watched as his wounds and dislocation slowly healed without any pain.
