Mage Among Superheroes

The first thing I did after calling for help was stagger around securing the guns. I avoided going close to the unconscious intruders, not willing to risk them faking it. Fortunately the ones still holding their weapons had very limp grips as I picked the weapons up with Mage's Reach. I didn't really have a place to store them, so I bundled them up in my shirt.

Sameera was still close to two of the intruders, having bashed their heads together. When I bent down and grabbed her ankle to start dragging her, she groaned. "Help me up…"

As I turned her over I could see blood flowing from two wounds in her chest. It looked pretty bad to me, but I had very little practical experience with combat and wounds. And we couldn't just leave her next to enemies that might wake up. Likewise, I couldn't just kill them. Didn't want to and shouldn't, at least. I was probably physically capable, even with an injury in my leg. They were unconscious after all. The thought of whatever experience that might give was easily ignored. If they died while fighting I wouldn't feel that bad, but I wasn't just going to strangle unconscious people.

I helped Sameera to her feet, and once she was standing she was almost more steady than me. We walked forward towards the front of the building. Florina was still laying on the floor, and it didn't seem like we would be able to move her. Neither of us could lift her, and we couldn't really walk much further. "I wonder how long it will take for help to get here…" I pondered to myself as we flopped ourselves down near Florina. I dropped the bundle of guns and began ripping off strips of the shirt to bind our various wounds. I couldn't really get any thing wrapped around Florina but I used Mage's Hand to just hold a piece of cloth on the bloodiest area. It was probably good news that the amount of blood seemed to be increasing, right? That meant she still had more.

It wasn't long after that before one of the front doors was flung open, revealing Malaliel carrying a sword- with a gun strapped to her belt. I kind of expected her to be wearing armor as well, but the winged woman still wore a buttoned shirt and pants. Her eyes swept across the situation before running towards us. "You're injured," she said as she stopped near us.

"They got shot," I gestured to the other two.

"I understand," Malaliel said. "An ambulance is on the way. The intruders?"

"Back there," I said. "We knocked them out and I took their guns but I don't know if they had other weapons."

"Got it." Malaliel held up something that hadn't been explained but was clearly a piece of communication technology with how she used it. It was a lot less compact than a cell phone and made a faint buzzing noise. "Just arrived at the situation. It should be secure in a moment."

With that she ran off. I kind of expected an angel to use healing magic on us, but perhaps that was unreasonable considering they didn't really have magic here. Just powers… and it seemed angels didn't come with healing. Or she was more concerned about the intruders. Either way, it wasn't long before a loud siren sounded outside.

People with uniforms and guns poured into the warehouse, wearing badges that said 'Extra'. Some of the guns were much bigger than the ones I had piled next to me. Those would be rifles, probably, while the ones by me were pistols. I really didn't want to get shot with them.

Right behind them came a handful of people without weapons, and the designation of 'paramedic' on some of their differing uniforms indicated they were healers of some sort.

Just as they were talking to me, I felt the effects of Translation fading. They said something about "pulse" as one of them kneeled next to Florina and touched her neck. Then she was carried away. Sameera was answering questions as more people looked over her. Then one more came to me. "--- --- alright? ----- like - leg injury. -- ---- -- get the bullet out."

"Okay, got it," I nodded. I hadn't realized that the bullet would still be inside me. I used storage and indeed felt the bullet disappear. Then I used it again and held it in my hand for the medic to see. "There, got it." Then I passed out. It turns out blood loss and mana exhaustion do not go well together.

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I was quite pleased when I woke up again. Not because I thought I was going to die. I was pretty sure I would survive, though once again I had little experience with wounds. The pleasant part was waking up in a sunny room with vaguely pleasant surroundings. I couldn't say the bed was the most comfortable I'd been on, since it wasn't as good as the apartment I was staying at, but it was better than many I'd been on. And I wasn't restrained at all. That meant they had probably decided that I hadn't gone too far with my magic. I was pretty sure I hadn't killed anyone, but who could know when people didn't have levels?