Of course, this was not the kind of thing he was used to fighting. The skeleton wasted no time in extending its fingers and burning away the flesh of the monsters close to it. He wasn't a Hunter, but the man didn't know that yet.

He was a man cursed by the devil himself.

The skeleton tilted its head slightly to show that it had heard him, but made no move to reply--it wasn't Francis in control right now and he had no control over this transformation at all.

The skeleton grabbed a monster that got too close and looked it in the face. The creature screamed and writhed as its soul was devoured, only to fall limp to the ground in the next moment.

"...Punish...ment."

"Your too slow."

Of course being the only s-rank hunter out here, he went alone so his concern went unheard. It was so slow, how the monster died that he momentary got bored and ended up burning the other monters post en mass.

Grabbing and burning away the monster 1 by 1, it could work on a boss monster. but for the smaller ones, it was rather slow.

 so   much   aggression   in   such   a   small   being,   at   least   that's   what   he   thought,   just   to   mock   her   a   little.   He   looked   at   her   with   a   little   disbelief   before   letting   her   go   and   simply   smirked.        ❛❛     I   don't       need   you   to   heal   me,    i    won't   get   hurt   go   and   try   luck   somewhere   else.    ❜❜     he   does   believe   in   her   skills   that   they   are   good   but   his   ego   is   too   big   to   be   allow   it,   but   then   again   it   would   take   a   lot   for   him   to   even   get   the   slightliest   hurt    or   even   tired. 

Her eyes were filled with spite as she attempted to kick the other, unable to reach though she really is that short. In any case if he did get kicked by her, it would be like getting hit by a tree full force.

Alas the only way she can show her strength is via axe holding.

"You'll see. You lose a limb and you'll come crying boohoo to me, and I'll charge you a lot just to set your limbs straight! Would you let me go?"

He hasn't let go of her too... stupid tall limbs.

Eyes   flutter,   gaze   steady   as   she   SCRUTINIZES   him,   probing   for   something   beneath   his   demeanor.   Not   everyone   could   see   them—those   spectral   entities,   ghostly   remnants   of   the   past.   Only   those   with   a   rare   aptitude,   enhanced   psychic   perception,   have   the   talent   to   discern   what   lies   beyond   the   mundane   veil   of   existence.   To   most,   he   seems   like   a   common   man.   Just   as   she,   too,   appears   insignificant   in   others'   eyes.

“Stop   it?”   Voice   laced   with   subdued   curiosity,   digging   for   further   elucidation.   “I   think   it’s   advisable   to   stay   here   for   now   and   observe,”   she   muses,   tilting   her   head   slightly,   her   mind   gradually   piecing   together   the   unfolding   situation.   “If   necessary,   we   can   intervene,   though   I   suspect   my   friends   are   already   handling   it.”   The   shinigami—and   Ichigo—must   have   been   alerted   by   now.

"...If it hurts anyone, I can heal the wounds."

He says, but his eyes are careful now, knows that a beast would look at someone eyes and attack. So he pretends to be really interested in the bread, a bit fearful since he knows that there might be a small chance the thing was capable of understanding them if they spoke louder.

"Oh wow, Bread from Japan is really something. What do you think?"

Though in honesty his acting skills were bad.

His eyes wander from bread to bread, but the beaming smile on his face is genuine. Using magic does take up a lot of energy, and though he can simply disappear....he won't leave the other behind.

"What kind of bread would you recommend?"

"Yeah you got healing powers, but what happens when you heal the wrong people and it backfires on ya'?" Gallywix asked. There were many cruel beings in this world, enough that the Horde and Alliance would put their differences aside and work together to get rid of them...

"Yeah, there is, there's still some injured back in the camp when they got removed from the battle field. And safety? Ha! Goblins don't know that word!" he joked. Goblins were known for being wild with their crafts. Hell-- Gallywix's father tested his inventions on him, which would blow up and usually almost kill him... It's a miracle he survived those.

"Healing magic is pretty common around here. Shamans, Druids, Paladins, Priests, they know a lott'a healing magic. Though it is more rare when one can restore limbs. But there are ones out there that can REVIVE the dead. Though there can be no combat. Heck even a Death Knight can revive the dead. But only those with great skill can do that. Sadly, we sorta got ambushed, there shouldn't have been a war goin' on here. But the Alliance was trying to take out on'a our camps..." Gallywix explained. Which was why there was no real healers on deck...

He could ask the alliance members for spells to revive the dead.

He should.

It sounded too goo to be true, but to think of all the lives he could be saving if he learned that. maybe thats why he's here, to learn this spell and come out and save more of the people that are important to him. Its not important enough that he heals them, he must utterly, and without pause save them from death itself.

No, relax. Relax. he has yet to learn the spell yet.

He makes a note to sneak out once he's done with all he can on the camp.

"Well, how about practice a bit of safety. It could mean better long term profits for you." he advices, half heartedly and already going to the back of the camp.

"But I'll take your advice into consideration, But I'm a healer."

"Ya don't gotta go near the Horde necessarily. The inn in Booty Bay I own, and that's a neutral city. I own a lot'a places within the land. I can give you a room. While you healing my men was nice I would prefer something.." He paused for a moment, pinching his fingers together and rubbing them against each other. "Something of value, if you catch my drift." He wanted money or something he could profit off of.

The goblin frowned when the man said he'd try to see if the Alliance needed healing too. "Hey! We won this war! Don't go healing 'em, ya hear? If you heal BOTH of us then we'd be goin' back to war!" Gallywix pointed out. He didn't feel like having a round two. He'd have to break out the big guns if that was the case...

"You really like healing people, huh? Ya' know, you can win favors in the Horde by healin' 'em. They might like you enough to put aside the fact you are human. Aaaalsooo-- tellin' them you're from another land they won't treat you like an Alliance scumbag.."

"...I'm here to help people, otherwise what would be the point of me getting these powers to begin with."

To not heal, those who have sentience, to those who can think. The thought of a wasted dead life because he chose their life and death when he could have been healing them...is something else. he cannot abide by. even if it means becoming a enemy in the end.

"...But there is still a lot more people to help in your camp. isn't there. With all your experiments and robots I see lying around, it seems that not a lot of safety is being practiced, at all here."

"Well... I won't go there, but I need to know. How common is healing magic around here? To the extent of my own?"

Meaning restoring limbs, heart beats and everything else. Sure a standard shaman or two can heal, but can they do the extremes his can?

❝ Ieiri-san is nice and took care of me when I died. I'm very grateful to her. I'd trust her with my life over any regular nurse, or over some healers in general. Think the best healers I've seen have been Okkotsu-Senpai, and Ieiri-san. Okkotsu-Senpai even brought me back to life once! ❞

RCT was a cool thing, but way too complicated for him to figure out. He'd leave that to the professionals.

❝ Plus, I'm kinda broke. I can't afford favors. But, I gratefully appreciate the offer! ❞

"...Your right, my teammate can heal everyone and their limbs but she charges like a million...per heal."

Shimizu is a scoundrel and her heals were the best in their current generation, but it was a tough thing when she needed the money and she's shameless in asking for it.

"I can tell you don't know the Alliance and Horde. But basically-- humans are always on the Alliance side. Which is the Horde's natural enemy. Though to be honest-- us goblins used to be neutral. But after an attack from the Alliance bombing my ship, kinda got wrapped up with the Horde," Gallywix explained to the stranger.

He made a bored face as he looked out at the field of the goblins mourning the loss of the mechs, rather than the loss of lives on the field. Well, some of them were actually mourning the loss of their comrades at least..

The Trade Prince looked back up at the stranger, patting his scepter on his shoulder. "Probably, but I will likely not be involved in another one for a while. There's always wars going on here, kid. Whether it's against each other or some other force."

Gallywix paused for a moment, turning his scepter to his hand to pat it on his gloved hand. "If you're not from here, then you need'a place to stay, no?" he asked, his amber eyes still on the man.

"I suppose, but I doubt anyone from your...horde would want a human near them."

it was quick to deduce that there was a lot, a lot of untold tension between the two groups. So seeing that the suppose leader help a human might send the wrong message or something. But at the very least it looked like a lot of fun, the mechs. not the war, defitely not the war.

"Maybe I'll try to see if anyone from this alliance needs healing too."

Little did he know it might be reduntant, though his extreme speciality in healing , even lost limbs was something not even the paladins of the alliance could do at all. And even then, he might have been seen helping the goblins already. in any case as someone who is a healer, he has the urge to be wanted to help.

"Unless....you have more goblins I could heal? After all the battlefield is a place where anything could go wrong. "