An Untested Spell

"Shes right" Muttered Miles. "Go help, I learnt a trick that should be used if one limb is unusable."

He patted the she elf on the shoulder, then pushed himself to his feet, and waved his right hand, conjuring a green cubic cloud of magic. He struck his broken arm with the magic, and an invisible force pulled it towards his body. A new arm, made out of a greenish mist, formed from the cloud. He raised it, tested it out, surprised that it works. He reached for his axe, and charged back into battle. He wouldn't leave his people in the dust, to face the wolf without him.

"Nice one Dyvia." He grumbled, as he gripped the axe in both hands, and raised it in a heightened angle.