Takes Micheal's wounds and then regenerates

“You will not pull another into your plans.” The declaration is swift, assured, and confident. A hand settles on your back. “Not again. Never again.”

A power washes over you. The noise of cracking bone fills your ears. The front of the shirt your former opponent wears suddenly gushes with blood. Your wounds disappear before you feel yourself becoming empowered by an immense degree. Someway, somehow he’d taken on your wounds, healed from them, before deciding to heal you. His face does not change even as he continues standing from the wounds he took.

[Minor Wounds: Spinal Fracture and Heart Puncture: Nullified!]

Then, suddenly, the same power reaches your mind. The underlying fear, shock, and despair you’d felt for weeks are suddenly all stymied. They are weakened enough for you to gain your bearings for the first time in a very, very long time.

It took only the span of two heartbeats to occur, for you to be healed and the malignant curses upon you to be banished away, but you’d already lost track of the number of times your former savior and former opponent have exchanged blows.