This just started out as a bit of a drabble, but I've got it now I think and will continue. This is set on s4.

Ignore levels and that, just think along the lines of 'all monsters are roughly the same strength with bangs being better in terms of power, leneyas being faster etc. I don't want any 'why is a psy fighting cardpuppets?' questions.

The simple answer is that Saintmorning is easier to write about than Darkon.

Flyff not mine and all that disclaimer crap.

Rielle knelt over her companion, then swung her right arm up to the heavens, holy stick grasped tightly in her hand. She placed her left hand onto the psykeeper's face, stroking her friend's cheek gently until she was sure that warmth had returned to the flesh. Dyna coughed violently as her lungs painfully resumed their work. The wound that had 'killed' her, a small but deep cut above her left breast, sealed itself.

It had been like this since they had appeared. Any wound dealt in combat, even a killing one, could be healed either by a blessed assist such as Rielle or a holy place, lodestar or lodelight. They were vagrant souls, not humans. They appeared whenever there was a need for warriors and could not ever really die in battle. They would probably vanish was the land ever free of threat, but the land would never be free of threat.

"I should have been here." Rielle said apologetically, touching the scar gently before it faded as if the cut had never been there. "It's clean, like it was a sword…it wasn't a monster, was it?"

"You'd have just gotten hit too. It would have been more problematic that way." Dyna said, shaking her head and swatting the assist's hand away from her chest. "It was a blade, I think I managed to take a kill he had his eyes on. It's cool."

"He killed you." Rielle said, frowning. "That isn't 'cool'."

"It's not a problem. You healed me, didn't you?" Dyna responded, ruffling the assist's short, dark hair and knocking her headband off.

"…but what…" Rielle said, catching her headband and pausing for a second as she placed it back onto her head. "What if I couldn't? What if I found you dead and there was no way to change that?"

"That wouldn't happen."

"But what if it-"

"If it makes you feel any better, I think I see Rone flying in the direction the guy ran." Dyna said, changing the subject in an attempt to calm the assist. "Let's go watch."

Dyna lifted her wand and shield from where she had died, then her broom. Rielle sat daintily upon her own broom and the two of them followed the jester's board.

Rone was well known as the strongest vagrant soul in the land and as one who never actively hunted monsters. Once anything, monster or vagrant soul, had harmed another, though, it was dead. He looked back at the psykeeper and assist following him and smirked. If this hunt was going to have an audience, he was certainly willing to put on a show.