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Standing on the stout neck of the great beast stood a timber wolf whose shiny red coat had been soaked with monstrous blood. On its back was a metal arm attached to a block, which thrusted a thin sword down the neck of the beast.

"He he," the red lupine fatiguedly chuckled. Its back arm let go of the saber, and was absorbed into its body. The heroic wolf took a few shaky steps before it fell to its side in overexertion. Streams of crimson blood flowed out its wounds, and ran on the fleshy canyon and steely plateaus of the fearsome dragon. Its breath and blood was stagnant.

People rushed to its side, including the recently risen up Hero. He recognized it as Buddy, the one who he healed back at the hills when the vultures attacked. He procured some medical supplies to make first aid.

"Holy. Who is the one who dealt the finishing blow to the dragon?" Moly asked as they tried their hardest to identify Buddy. They tottered with their shaky steps as they came closer, holding their staff tightly for support.

"It seems to be Buddy, Moly," Metaphor answered. Buddy's blow at the moment they had fallen was awesome, inspiring for such a meek creature.

"We must bring it to a clinic. Quick!" Hero exclaimed as he finished applying first aid to the heroic lupine.

The barely breathing Buddy was then carried on a stretcher to some safe place. A group of sympathetic people followed behind them, and bid good wishes upon Buddy's health. Metaphor and Stripe walked beside Buddy to be close to their dear friend, and look after it.

There was, however, a lack of medical buildings in town, and so they chose a small coffee shop that was spared from the onslaught of claws and flame. Buddy's body was then placed atop table so it may be treated. The breaths of the folk befouled the air of the establishment and so they were ushered out. They instead watch them through the large glass panes, which were then obscured by curtains to remove pressure their gazes emitted.

Hero readied himself to do some doctoring: he prepared butterknives, spools of thread, and rolls of bandages, and readied himself in body, mind, and spirit so he may act in an optimum state, but Moly stopped him before he could begin properly, saying, "Young man, don't fret. I've sent Stripe to find the doctor. Please don't cluelessly tamper with its body."

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Hero was going to protest, but before he could utter a single word, two figures entered through the front door: it was Stripe with the doctor. "I got Transmogrifying as you wanted, your hallowedness," he announced.

The doctor was a large raptor with dark-grey fine feathers. They sported a crest of bright green feathers on their head, and a fan of red feathers on their tapering tail. Their arms were similar to human arms, but sported displayed large wing feathers unfit for proper flight, and possessed a pair of clawed hands.

"Ah, Raptor. Your expertise is needed here. Buddy has received some grievous wounds," Moly spoke from which Transmogrifying Raptor replied, "As much as it's a pleasure to serve the shaman, I find it inconvenient to be pulled away when treating some other victims." Stripe received a glare from the comment about forcefully taking the doctor.

"I'm gonna take my leave from the operating room. I'll be in the back room, preparing some herbs n' grub," Moly said.

"By herbs and grub, do you mean tea and biscuits?" Metaphor asked, and Moly replied, "Precisely." Metaphor groaned.

The doctor came beside the patient in bloodstained wraps. They examined it with all their expertise. They tried to pin down its injuries. Hero only stared with a little jealousy.

"I'm afraid that Buddy has attained some serious injuries. Broken bones, bruises, organ damage, and internal bleeding. We currently don't have the resources to properly heal him," Raptor announced grim news. An air of sadness befell upon those within the room.

"I'm afraid that no matter how much butter or spice we apply to Buddy's wounded innards, we can't save all of it." And so the doctor turned to take their leave, but before they could exit the premises, a forceful strong soul shouted. Fear swelled within the doctor's chest, causing them to buckle in their steps.

"No! Don't go yet. You have to save it."

Moly forcefully opened the door that caused the building to shudder. They rushed to Raptor with blinding speed almost ferally, and they nearly hit them, but Raptor was able to sidestep them. They crashed through the glass pane and launched themself to the other side of the street.

"Looks like you have a new patient," Metaphor remarked, grimacing at all the glittering glass shards. She had never seen the great shaman as manic as this before.

"Eh. You underestimate the shaman's durability," Raptor replied.

"You must heal Buddy, Transmogrifying Raptor. I saw it. It has a destiny. Buddy can also save the world."