Healing

I nodded. "Each coin has the spirit of one of the Fallen trapped inside. Whoever possesses one of the coins can draw upon the Fallen angel's power. They use it to shapeshift into those forms you saw, heal wounds, all kinds of fun stuff."
"They tough?"
"Certifiable nightmares," I said. "A lot of them have been alive long enough to develop some serious talent for magic, too."
"Huh," Thomas said. "The one who came through the door didn't seem like such a badass. Ugly, sure, but he wasn't Superman."
"Maybe you got lucky," I said. "As long as they have the coins, 'hard to kill' doesn't begin to describe it."
"Ah," Thomas said. "That explains it, then."
"What?" I asked.
Thomas reached into his pants pocket and drew out a silver coin a little larger than a nickel, blackened with age, except for the shape of a single sigil, shining cleanly through the tarnish. "When I gutted Captain Ugly, this went flying out."


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