Drew- Broken Bones

A wooden staff came cracking down with such lightning ferocity that Drew didn’t stand a chance. The heavy pole smashed into his forearm, knocking it clear away from the boy and no doubt breaking it in the process. He let out a roar of pain as he turned to his assailant.
The pole was already swinging once more, arcing through the air and hurtling back at Drew. He pulled back, scrambling, but wasn’t quick enough. The attacker had taken him completely by surprise. The last few inches of the staff connected with his forehead with a sickening crunch. He felt his head spin as he cartwheeled back onto the forest floor, temple torn and bloodied.
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The scout pulled back the folded cloak. His jaw went slack.
It would be clear to anyone looking at it that the arm had been recently injured but was on the mend. It was bruised and discolored, but one wouldn’t have guessed that it had been broken only a few days previously. Hogan tipped his head to one side, running his free hand the length of the bound arm. The boy didn’t flinch, just kept drinking greedily, gulping at the waterskin. No pain, no injury—what kind of powers of healing did the boy have?

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