When he finally focused on Galen, he drew a knife from a sheath tied to his breastplate and braced against the seat to push himself up.
In a split-second the Private pulled his pistol and fired. A red spray misted over the sides of the cabin as the man clutched at his throat and fell to his knees. Panting, Galen holstered his pistol and pulled his sword to drive it into the man's helmet right through the slit for his eyes.
"Son of a b***h," he gasped as the knight fell to the floor.
"Get a healer..." Iim'treemay ordered. "I'll commend you later."
"No need," Galen answered, his hand glowing as he started the Tree Elf chant.
"Undo the damage done," he whispered as he yanked out the shrapnel, ignoring her yelp as he pressed his palm over her wound. "Give back health to whom it was taken
