"Well, okay," said Bulla, still not assured that this was a good plan. There were people around who could use cure magic, though. And she was aiming for his hand rather than his face or stomach, so there was no chance of serious organ damage.

"...I'm really sorry if I break your hand or dislocate your shoulder from this."

She got into stance. Her body language was still reluctant, but she was going to try. After she made certain he was prepared.

"Ready?"