Creation of a Gift [Part 3]

He was sweating heavily, a stray thought of activating one of the controls crossed his mind. Suddenly, his hand gripped the side of the table, going white-knuckled. He went limp, knees buckling. Icehawk collapsed to the floor, drained. The intricate manipulation he had performed was something even a greater mage could not have stood for too long. The thump from the body was rewarded with the appearance of Tundra. /Ah slag, he did it again.../ Tundra quickly padded to a container on one of the tables, his tentacles softly opening it and withdrawing a glowing yellow crystal. Stalking back to Icehawk, Tundra places it in Icehawks open hand, laying limp on the floor. /Hey Ice, squeeze, will ya?/ Tundra waited. No response. He visibly sighed. Bending his head down, he wrapped his teeth around Icehawks arm. /Im going to regret this.../ he thought as he bit down. Icehawks hand closed and squeezed, followed by a yellowish flash. The light of the flash flowed up Icehawks arm and over the rest of his body, then slowly sunk into him, dissapating from view. His eyes fluttered open. Tundra released his arm and stepped back. /You did it again. I thought you said youd try not to do it so long this time./ "Ah, crap... Yeah, I tried, but it did take a lot of manipulation." /Yeah, and youre rewarded with that bump on your head./ "True, but its going to work..."