Triage

Sly found it far to easy now to hide his pain and disgust behind the mask of the sidhe he had become. Putting on a face came as naturally as breathing. When he growled out and order using a tone that he used to reserve for willing participants carried far more gravitas than even he expected.

~Fuck yeah! Magical Stern Daddy Voice.~ He thought to himself while keeping his face cold. He surveyed the bandits who had been attempting to box him in. All four were still trying to clear dust from their eyes as Sly eventually spoke again. This time layering a **** magic malediction into his words. Weaving magic like this was slow but powerful and energy efficient. Giving the target a choice amplified the effect if it did trigger.

"I will offer one chance to surrender. Throw down your weapons and kneel or die before your next step." Sly made direct eye contact with every surviving bandit, one by one, feeling the curse take hold as he did. The relatively scrawny orc his wolf had knocked down just before the order to hold was given tried his luck and scrambled back, Sly held still and the wolf followed his lead. The orc made it to his feet and turned to run only to fall like a marionette with it's strings cut before he finished his first step. With a clatter the rest threw down their weapons and surrendered. Each of them gasping audibly as a brand appeared.

As some calm settled Ariel rushed to his Master to tend to his injury.

"Ariel, triage. There are people here worse off than me and I'm not as good at healing as you are." Sly said as he put a trickle of life magic into healing himself. His reserves were pretty low and a trickle was all he could manage. At least he got the bleeding stopped and the bones set but it still hurt like hell.

"Master some of these innocents need more than I can do here." Ariel commented from above the minotaur's victim and gesturing at a few more.

Sly moved close to grip Ariel's shoulder hen he spoke the small angel. "Take them to the glade and do what you can there. My gates are open To you." He ended with a proclamation that had as much mystical weight as personal. Sly kinda felt like he just handed over a copy of his apartment keys. "I'll be ok, at least for now." He added just for the conflicted looking angel.

As Ariel gathered the wounded and they all vanished with a mighty gust of wind Sly was left with a rather incongruous thought. ~Fuck. Is that little shit my boyfriend?~