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reached my skin. The flesh stiffened and turned to
hardened scales, giving me a demonic look as the scales covered my
body from the head down. I turned to the guards who were holding
their ground against the remaining foxes. I stretched out with my
mind and locked onto the remaining energy sources. There were only
a couple left and one was lunging at me. I turned around in time to
have it bite down onto my arm.
    With the scales as
protection, the bite was nothing more than slight pressure, but my
arm started to tingle as the scales blocked the corruption from
entering my system. The fox jerked its head back and forth, trying
to rip into the scales and I grabbed it by the throat and sent a
jolt of lightning into its body, stopping its little heart. The fox
dropped to the ground and twitched slowly.
    “ Spread out!” Ser
Wilson shouted. “Check for more.”
    “ There aren’t any
more,” I answered. I grabbed my arm where it was bitten and cast a
Dispel to ensure the corruption wouldn’t spread when my scales
receded.
    “ I’m not going to
feel better unless I check,” Ser Wilson said, leaving the group to
walk around the camp.
    I noticed the guards staring at my
scales as I scooped up my shirt. It was always the same whenever
someone saw the Harden Skin spell. It was hard not to stare. As
long as they don’t start shouting ‘demon’ and chasing after me,
staring is just fine. My scales smoothed out and I threw on my
shirt again.
    “ That’s a neat
trick,” Bill said, breaking the guards’ silence.
    “ Up until people want
to kill you because they think you are a demon,” I replied,
rejoining them.
    “ What does it do?”
Jeff asked.
    “ Protect against
magic mostly. The scales are tough enough to offer some protection
against physical attacks,” I explained.
    We have a
problem, Cathy said. I noticed Doc
checking a bite of his forearm and sweating from the fight. When the fox bit us, I saw the magical properties
of the corruption. The reason it was familiar to me was because it
is magic from the Spiritual Plane itself.
    Have you been gone that long it took
you a while to recognise it?
    It’s like trying to
recognise someone while they are faced away from you
underwater, Cathy explained. The guards
were starting to check out Doc as he struggled to stay on his
feet. When the fox bit...it was like
seeing the person clearly. ‘Doc’ is infected with the corrupted
Spiritual Plane magic. Non-Magic mortal souls can’t handle
it.
    I pushed my way through the guards to
Doc and grabbed his hand, holding up the bite so I could examine
it. The mark was just beyond where the guardsman’s gauntlets
protected. The fox had been lucky.
    Or it knew what it
was doing, Cathy suggested.
    Let’s assume things haven’t gotten that
scary yet.
    I removed Doc’s gauntlet and charged a
Dispel in my hands. I hovered my hand over the wound and launched
the Dispel. Doc groaned loudly and thrashed violently.
    “ What did you do?”
Vincent asked, struggling to restrain Doc.
    “ A Dispel to remove
the corruption,” I answered, examining the wound again. The waves
of corrupted energy still radiated outwards. I looked up to Doc.
“How long ago were you bitten?”
    “ Near...the
beginning,” he answered, gritting his teeth.
    It’s too late for
him, Cathy said.
    “ Lie him down,” I
said.
    The guards brought him to a vacant tent
to lie him down on a bedroll. Lady Sandra stayed outside to update
the returning Ser Wilson on the situation. I didn’t like this one
bit. I’ve never been a great healer and Doc was going to need a
Master or a miracle to survive.
    “ Can you do anything
for him?” Bill asked concerned.
    “ I hope so,” I
answered truthfully. “I need to check my book though. I may need
you guys to gather a few items for me.”
    “ Whatever it takes,”
Vincent said.
    Doc was still sweating profusely and he
started to ramble about stuff that didn’t make sense. I pulled the
ritual book from my bag and flipped