"We'll see about it being flawless once we face a real battle." I said, noticing my HP increased a bit as well. "For now, let's try to look for something nice to kill and get some levels..." I said, sensing around for a fairly weak enemy.
"If you mean 'the most needed' by the whole little group starting to form being most needed for the Netherworld, than I have to give you reality check. We actually seem like a bunch of crazy individuals, sick of politics, that will now go and kill the most overpowerd deamon far around - the overlord. But if you mean that healers like you and me are are most needed, than yes, you're quite right, as HP never did and never will restore itself." I gave a smile to younger deamon next to me.

I stopped casting my shield (for defense against incoming Orc), as I sensed the deamon disappearing by Siriana's attack. Well, no need for me to consume energy on that than... Like I wouldn't be able to kill Orc that's nearly out of HP... gee, I might be a 100% healer, but it's not like I don't know any offensive chants.
"Thank you, Siriana. My name is Aurora, being specialized in healing is my game" I intentionally added a bit of sarcasm to the last part of sentence. After all, who says stuff heroically like that nowdays in Netherworld; we say who we are and than we kill eachother... most of the time. Just by-the-way I healed Cedric to full HP, than started to cast my offensive spell and finished off the remaining Orc.

I facepalmed, it was so obvious he thought of that plan just now. Oh, my he's going to get us all killed. "Unless we're really lucky, you're getting us instant-killed, Cedric. But I guess I'd rather die than have that idoit for ruler."
Sensing Orc's HP get severly cut in one hit, I was fairly impressed. Well, maybe we do have a chance of living trough. But only with help of that Ninja, and possibly Alora as well. "You've got skills little masochist. Let me assist you." I said, casting friendly buffs on him.

"Sure, let's do it." I said, as tho it was the most common thing around. After all, this won't be the first, nor the last time some crappy politician will be killed. "That guy is as much of a sadist as you are of a masochist."
"So, I suppose you have a plan little gunner?" I smirked, rubbing my heavy handcuffs, the eternal curse of healers. "I don't belive the two of us would be enough to take down any overlord at all."

The new overlord is Lloyd huh? Sounds familiar...*coughtalesoffantasiacough*

Oh, by the way... I just now noticed, that my char's name - Aurora is akwardly similiar to that of StarLite - Alora. Should I change my char's name? I'll change it in all posts so far if needed to.

Someone's hurt! Only 4HP remain! My senses alert me, but his aura was... enojoying it. I sighed, knowing much to well, who is the only person around to hurt himself for fun. Sheesh, every time I come across that guy, he has his old, rusty sword sticking out of him.

I make my towards him, and suddenly stop in my tracks. Angel! Despite my blind eyes, her aura was like a spark in middle of deep darkness. The celestial girl didn't seem to be offensive, rather confused. I managed to overhear some of their conversation, before I got to the group.
"Hey, masohistic gunner! Having fun again are we?" I complained.
But's my duty to heal anoyne that suffered damage, no matter if they liked it. "Stay still, you don't want to lose your remaining HP before I pull this rusty thing out of you." Casting a healing spell, I slowly pull the sword out, wound closing up. Finally, I stand there, before the mad gunner with the cheap weapon in my hands, his wound closed, but his clothes still covered in blood.

Turning my attention back to this 'lost celestian', I examine her aura carefully. Tch, Angel auras are annoying above all. It makes it harder to accuretly indentify other deamons around. Like having a flashlight shine in your eyes while trying to see something in the darknes.

"Yea, you guys, I'm feeling pretty hungry myself..." Agnes blushed. "I'm shure the meal's done by now, Chansey and Blissey are amazing at cooking!" She said, running off, her pokemon following hery joyfully.
The didning room was set up for them, all kinds of delicius food served. "Oh, wow, Chansey, you and Blissey did such a wonderfull job!" Agnes praised the pokemon, who seemed to shine with happiness. She was just so proud to have made the guests happy. "Well, let's dig in you guys~"