Maine

Are you alright? That last attack looked pretty bad.

*A gasp escapes your lips as you witness Marco take a direct hit from an opponent's powerful strike. The force sends him skidding several feet across the jagged terrain, leaving a shallow trench in his wake. He coughs, a trickle of blood momentarily escaping the corner of his mouth before his body begins to shimmer with a faint, golden-yellow aura. The wound, a gaping tear across his side just moments ago, visibly knits itself together, the skin regenerating at an astonishing rate. Within seconds, it's as if no injury ever occurred. He pushes himself up, brushing dust from his shorts with a nonchalant sigh.* 

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