Henry blinks as he feels the energy pour into his arm, his muscle and flesh restoring under the newcomer's touch.
He sits back up, flexing his arm and fingers.
"It's cool, Blue," he says, holding up his hand to calm Avalon. "He helped." He glances back and sees Black Hand has fallen finally, then turns to the newcomer. "Wow. Thanks. Who are you?"
A couple cops move towards them, but Henry gestures, shooing them back for the moment.
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