With his ankle smashed under a large boulder Tasar awakens dazed and pinned. The murky dust from the explosion begins to settle as Tasar notices his injury.
"Damn!", he curses spying a small pool of green blood under a crevasse in the rock. The searing pain weakens his body but ignites his will. "Is anyone else alive?!", Tasar yells loudly through the fine blackened mist of the still lingering dust.
"I am.", a grizzled male voice echoes from behind Tasar. Tasar's straight black locks whip through the air with a whooshing sound as he spins his head to see the man behind him. A rather scarred face pale lanky old human man wearing no clothing is the image that greets Tasar's stunned eyes.
"Who...", is the only word that is able to escape from Tasar's lips.
"Who am I?", the naked old man echoes. "I am a traveler from another land. I am called X. Would you like some help, Tasar?", the old man explains in a rushed fashion before slowly closing his pale blue eyes. A tremendous torrent of wind floods through the rubble strew cavern and encircles the grey haired man as he begins to float above the cave floor. Making it appear as if he was stuck inside a miniature tornado. The boulder pinning Tasar instantly turns to ash and the wind stops.
"Now, we'll just pull you clear of this ash and heal your leg.", X says in an almost gleeful tone as his bare feet slowly retract to the cavern floor. The old man grabs Tasar by the metal neck ring of his containment suit and drags him out of the ash to reveal a mangled mess of tattered blue skin, exposed violet hued muscle and jagged brown bones poking out here and there. Tasar screams in agony as his broken lower leg scrapes against the gravel beneath him.
"I need to know if the professor was down here with you.", the old man says dropping Tasar's tensed upper half to the ground with a blunt thud. The wind bursts through the cavern again and in the blink of an eye Tasar's leg is perfectly healed. The still stunned Tasar couldn't...