Following Through (Open)

Power Level: 3,000

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Mollau's ear perked hearing Marimba proclaiming that Mollau had spoken the truth. The elder Namekian let out a sigh of relief. He hadn't been sure if Marimba would have been satisfied. Some people just looked for any reason to confirm their own suspicions. Thank the Eternal Dragon that Marimba was more reasonable than that.

"Everything alright, Brother?" Glus asked Mollau, looking over his shoulder at the elder when he sighed.

"Yes, it is now, Glus," Mollau smiled at him reassuringly, then waited for Crotona and Marimba to follow. When they did Crotona posed Mollau a question.

"Well, yes," Mollau cocked his head curiously at Crotona, "One would have to have their head buried in the sand to not see the 'tensions' between our clans. I mean look at just now..."

Mollau chuckled good naturedly with a gesture between himself and Marimba, "It isn't the first, nor will it be the last time I've had my motives questioned. But I stand by them, none the less. I see all of Namek has my home and my people. I care not for clan or race."

Glus lead the remainder of their party: Marimba, Crotona, and Mollau, down a short tunnel to a private area. There were various bed mats and some supplies. This looked to be a sort of make shift clinic or infirmary. Luckily it seemed all the mats were vacant except for one.

The Namekian laying in the corner was wrapped heavily in gauze. The fabric was stained violet in several areas, showing where the bleeding had gotten so bad as to seep through. Upon approach it was obvious to see that the Namekian, presumably Trebull, was missing his right arm. Half of his head was also wrapped in gauze. It looked to be that he had almost been completely blown away by some attack.

Mollau's breath hitched at the sight of the damage. It was far more extensive than he had been lead to believe. He would NOT have allowed himself to be sidetracked by Marimba and Crotona's battle had he known just how serious his friend's injuries had been. The elder's good natured expression fell, and became one of intense focus.

He moved to Trebull's side, already slinging his pack to the ground and pulling supplies from it, "Trebull... this is worse than you said..."

Trebull's eyes were shut, his skin faded to a waxy gray rather than a vibrant green. He had a lean face and a sharp nose that was still prominent in spite of all the gauze wrapped around it. He gave Mollau a crooked grin, "Just... a scratch."

"Damn your pride!!" Mollau admonished harshly. He placed a hand over Trebull's forehead and his ki began pulsing out to bathe the injured warrior in soothing light. It wasn't much, but some color returned to Trebull's cheeks. Sweat beaded on Mollau's brow from the effort, but when he felt satisfied that Trebull would not be dancing on the knife's edge of death, he withdrew his ki.

Mollau didn't have the strength to heal completely by magic and ki alone. It would drain him and not be efficient. Instead he liked to use it to stabilize the worst of cases, and then help the body heal on it's own with medicine and further treatment. As much as he would love to completely restore Trebull and spare him the pain, Mollau just wasn't capable of that yet.

The elder Namekian sat back on his heels and took a moment to catch his breath after exerting his power so bluntly. Once steeled Mollau began to undo the bandages around Trebull's torso and the long process of healing him.

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Crotona glanced as Mollau was aware of the tension. He had been questioned before so it didn’t seem to bother him that much. Meanwhile, Marimba noted that his hestaion seem to come from the rarity of people like Mollau. Most people like him became outcasts. But if someone like was sleader, maybe everything would get better. “Well this is why we don’t let people become outcast by force. Exactly why I trained you and the Mazoku. Not to hurt but to defend. If people won’t listen and use violence, they may find that is not wise.” Crotona gave a thumb up to Marimba. She was just glad he had found one person that was good among the Namekians. If he only saw people that feed into his beliefs, then her training would do no good.

Crotona watched as Mollau began to heal his friend. Seeing how weak Trebull was, it reminded her where she had been a few months ago. Crotona remembered being at the edge of death and no one being there to save her. Here was Mollau making sure his friend would not die. While he didn’t seem to be able to fully heal him but it was enough to keep him alive. But Marimba pointed out how dangerous this all was. He was sticking his neck out and others like the dragon clan and warrior clan would do something about this. Instead of two dead, now one lived and another died. That might be true that they would get angry but Crotona would not let it. “People can get mad but we will talk it out. I believe in that. If we keep fighting we will just keep hurting eachother instead of protecting Namek. All this happening could lead to actually talks of peace.” Though she didn’t like the idea of using one suffering to obtain peace.


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