Sect Servant

A woman in purple sect martial attire with green accents suddenly rushed to Lassim's side from a hut near the training arena, her hands glowing with green healing energy as she tended to his injuries. 

She was a nature elemental warrior that thankfully was always on-site as the Sect's healer during training exercises and battles, her touch soothing and mending his broken body. 

Lassim winced as his bones knit back together, the pain slowly receding.

However, he also coughed up a few bone fragments that had punctured his lungs in that last attack so that they could heal.

Volten watched impassively, waiting until Lassim was healed enough to stand. "You've shown determination, Lassim, but power alone isn't enough. You'll serve as a sect servant for the next month, as agreed."

Lassim nodded, still catching his breath. "Yes, Sect Master."