How do you expect me to heal her? Jonathan is not a healer, and his Drain Life ability only heals himself. If he does the cliched thing and gives his blood to Sirenes, that'll probably turn her into a vampire.
OK, I'll just make Jonathan godmod and OP once more, and let him do something called "Reverse Drain Life".
Editing in progress.
The great wave of lightning and electricity passed through the crowd of Fallen Elves, scorching and electrifying those not already decimated by Jonathan's attack, Hell's Lament. There were much more hidden powers to his teammates, it had seemed.
Suddenly, Jonathan heard a slight sizzling behind him, then a soft thud. He turned around, to see Sirenes collapsed on the ground, her body unconscious and convulsing uncontrollably.
"Damn, I should've known..." Jonathan cursed silently. It was obvious that given the way Sirenes manipulated water and ice, the girl must be vulnerable to contact with electricity because of water's very nature. She didn't deserve to be like that; she probably had not even fought a battle of this scale in her life before. She was no warrior, and she shouldn't be forced to fight like this. It was Jonathan's party of adventurers that dragged her into this, and they were to blame for it...
There had to be something Jonathan could do for her. In a battle of five lone adventurers against an army of vicious Fallen Elves, being knocked unconscious meant death. The same thing already happened with Zanthos; he was nowhere to be found and Jonathan could not detect him with all his preternatural senses. He must save Sirenes as soon as he could; she was innocent and did not deserve to die here.
Crouching over the girl's unconscious body, Jonathan first thought of sinking his fangs into her and giving her his blood. Although that might heal her, the vampiric nature could transform her into a vampire. Jonathan was no healer, and his power of Drain Life could only take the life force of others to sustain himself. No, there must be something that he could do...
His hand glowing red, Jonathan did something strange: he drained his own life force. Holding that life force as a sphere in his palm, Jonathan lowered his hand over Sirenes's heart, and pressed the life force into her body. A slight shock went through the girl as she convulsed, then she slowly opened her eyes. "Wha...?" She looked at Jonathan in confusion.
"Apparently, you were knocked out by the electricity Dorfl released," Jonathan smiled at Sirenes. "But you'll be fine now."
Jonathan tensed suddenly as he felt the burst of intense Entropic energy behind him. A second later, a great scorching ball of fire rushed toward them. Heimdall, quick in his reflexes, erected his psychic barrier to block that ball of flames; he grimaced as though in pain, and Jonathan knew that Heimdall was exhausted and could not block the next one. As the next fireball hurtled toward the party, Dorfl caught it in his massive arms and phased into the Aether. An instant later he was back, the fireball gone but his body charred.
Jonathan looked up, to see a great vicious dragon with gleaming scales of amethyst. But it was not a normal Amethyst Dragon; how could a dragon of Entropy breath fire from its guts? It must be a mutant, and an immensely powerful one. Picking up Sirenes in his arms, Jonathan barely flew out of the way before the place they had been a second ago was covered by a blast of ice and frost.
"Are you all right?" Jonathan asked, concern in his voice.
"Yeah, I'm okay..." Sirenes answered breathlessly. If Jonathan had been a split second late, they'd be frozen icicles by now.
Jonathan leapt up into the air, Darkness and Entropy swirling around his curved blade. The mutant dragon opened its jaws, and a bright beam of compressed air shot forth at him with enough power to puncture a hole in his body. Jonathan dodged right, and hissed sharply in pain as the sniper beam pierced the black membrane of his left wing. Concentrating his vampiric regenerative powers, he felt his wound close.
Raising its head in a ferocious roar, the mutant dragon began to glow in violet light. Its body rippled, and small spheres of purple light began to separate themselves from the dragon's body. The light on the spheres dissipated, revealing them to be balls of amethyst scales; the scales then twisted to form what appeared to be miniature versions of the colossal Amethyst Dragon. The swarm of small drakes flew toward Jonathan, their jaws dripping with saliva as they planned to tear him apart.
Jonathan slashed his sword at the swarm of drakes, and the chaotic tentacles on his blade shot forth to grab and pierce the flying creatures. Some of them were sucked dry of blood, others were mutated and turned into land creatures incapable of flight. The mutated drakes shrieked in terror as they plummetted to the ground.
Multiple tentacles grabbing a single drake at once, Jonathan injected powers of Darkness and Entropy into the creature. The small drake writhed in pain and horror as its feature distorted, and its body grew larger. Within moments the drake was mutated into a lumbering Lycanthrope, with large black vampiric wings sprouting out of its back. Giving it a mental command, Jonathan watched as the mutated vampiric Lycanthrope fly toward the swarm of drakes and tear them apart.
The dragon roared again, and a great jet of indigo venom spurted out of its jaws. Jonathan dodged quickly, but the Lycanthrope was not quick enough. The poison made contact with its body, and its lupine jaws howled in agony as its flesh was being eaten alive. The mutant dragon extended its long neck; jaws wide and teeth gleaming, it closed its fangs around the dying Lycanthrope and devoured it.
The mutant dragon screeched in an eerie and blood-chilling sound that was not like a dragon at all. Jonathan began to worry, as he watched the Amethyst Dragon to swell and grow, becoming even larger. That was one nasty mutant...
