"I'm not a fan of doing this," she said as she carefully removed the fabric of Matt's shirt from the wound and worked on cleaning the area to make it as sanitized as possible. "But every muscle in my body tells me this has a dark magic taint. White magic of any sort won't quite be able to touch this."
As she placed her hand on the hilt of the knife, she leaned down.
"I'm sorry, Matt. Bear with me."
Then, as she suddenly began chanting strange words, the very blade began to glow, the light growing more and more intense as the shadows around Shelly grew darker and cooler. She became darker and darker, the light more intense and just as everything grew to a white-hot intensity, Shelly yanked the blade out of Matt and threw it aside, safely out of anyone's way.
"Towel. NOW."
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