Dragonheart Drive
Even facedown with a mind that barely clung to consciousness, he managed to defend himself while the healing magic tended to his tender, broken body. Collisions constantly filled his ringing ears as stone clashed against stone; new walls sprouted each time they were shattered, using the material from the broken shields.
"--No! No! No! Impossible! Something like this…it's impossible!" The chief roared out.
The levitating appendages were held back by the unending walls, allowing for the healing magic to stretch across the boy's body as it began to mend his bones. Fractures were reversed; ivory filled in the gaps as his twisted joints cracked and shifted around to their proper form.
Slowly, his body reconfigured itself, allowing him to weakly pick himself up with trembling arms. He didn't manage to stitch all of his wounds together–not by a long shot, but he gave himself just enough to avoid the grasp of death and to continue fighting.