[Unfortunately, Zelgadis has to choose his spell before he begins and so he's going to call out the big guns. He can't, he won't waste more time on flimsy spells that may not work.]
[He stands, arms raised, wishing like hell he had Amelia here instead. He's no shrine maiden, but maybe]
[She will feel a warmth over her as his spell flares to life, along with pain as her joints stir, ready to lock back into the sockets. A breeze blows through the rest of the dojo, focused around Zelgadis and the injured woman. A soft light glows over her, the gentle nature if the spell contrasted by the extreme effort expended by the caster. Its not painful for him but close enough to it as he draws on magic he seldom uses, calls to gods who so rarely answer him.]
[With a grunt of effort, the stone begins to soften, its color slowly returning.]