Jimmy was nearly out of mana, but at the very least, he had helped every single one of the twenty-seven wounded tribesfolk, and got them to stop bleeding.

The two issues he had to deal with now required quite some attention from his part, because simply, he had to keep the wounded alive after he had sown them up.

For one thing, he knew that a lot of them had plenty of internal damage. Be it broken bones, cracked bones, torn tendons, lost nerves, and plenty of other damage of that equivalent, he had to heal them, fix them, so they wouldn't spend their week in pain, for one thing, but also so the overwhelming pain didn't knock them down into an eternal slumber.

He understood how burdening physical pain could be, and he figured that broken bones were high up there in the pain scale, even though the cavemen were barely showing that they were experiencing pain, he knew what they were going through.

He wanted to heal them thoroughly, as fast as possible, and this was one of the few cases he knew of where he could make use of one of his own clones, and he was even debating making one, but right now, they were an hour away from home anyway, so he'd rather help them now, as much as he could, and make a clone later if he had to.

With only three-percent mana left in his pool, he tried to help the wounded in a different manner. He wanted to get more blood in their bodies.

Raw meat was the quickest available option. He could cook it, sure, but he didn't want to waste an hour of his time waiting for the meat to cook, as the wounded needed to produce some blood right now.

He sliced through the guts of the herbivore that Gutaxun dropped in front of him. The meat itself looked like a combination of red and white meat, which he didn't like, as he preferred pure red meat for the occasion, as he believed that it would help the wounded more, but he had to settle for it.

The carcass was already in front of him, he had torn it open, and quickly after that, he started showing raw meat in the mouths of the wounded.

"Eat this," He said, "Don't worry about getting sick. Sickness from raw meat takes days to settle in anyway, and you guys will be a lot healthier by then."

The cavemen and women were no strangers to eating raw meat. Each of them had done it before, so their guts could handle it, but Jimmy was more worried about the potential parasites the raw meat could give them. Parasites were a bitch, but they took a while to settle in, and he was sure that he could get rid of them if the wounded got infected.

Right now, he just wanted the bodies of the wounded to produce some more blood. He didn't want them to slip into hemorrhagic shock, as he knew enough about medicine to know that he couldn't help them if they went into any sort of blood loss related shock. He didn't have enough mana to help them, even if he wanted to give it a shot.

Jimmy fed the wounded with plenty of meat, about two pounds of it each, and he got alarmed at first because he noticed that they were dozing off, but they were not sinking into an eternal slumber or anything like that. The meat was just making them drowsy, as it often did when one consumed a lot of it. They were fine.

With the battle over, a thousand or so enemies killed for good, Jimmy knew that it was time to get everyone back home.

The closest wave of enemies was at least two days away, and he had to figure out how to deal with them as well, but he wasn't worried about them. Unlike last night, he had plenty of time to prepare for the next wave.

The battle of today was over, and he figured it wasn't the healthiest thing, at least mentally, to keep the wounded, and everyone else close to the flattened, mangled bodies of the enemies. The stench itself could knock a dinosaur down, presumably, if the said dinosaur was a herbivore, but his tribesfolk were human, and even though they were hardened men and women, toughened up by the trials of life, he knew that they felt sick as they saw the countless corpses in front of them.

People needed to rest, wounded or not, and they'd be quite comfortable in the cavern they called their home for so many years.

Transporting them was a bit of an issue, since half of the wounded could barely even walk. Those with torn tendons and broken bones were sensitive to any movements, and he was sad on their behalf, as he knew that the ride home would hurt them even more, but it was important to get them home nonetheless, so he tried to organize the trip to the best of his abilities, one that would guarantee at least some sort of comfort for the wounded.

"Those of you who can walk, wounded or not, climb your way up on Rampage's back." He said, "We're heading home."

The people were tired, so they didn't question him. They knew the battle was over, and after being awake for over twenty-four hours, they'd much rather be asleep right now, than taking in the cold breeze that followed after the morning sun.

As they climbed on top of Rampage, and helped the wounded do the same, Jimmy then focused his attention on the wounded that were not immobile.

An hour had passed ever since he gave them the first wave of healing, and now, his mana was up at fifteen percent. It regenerated faster than usual, so he figured that he was close to another breakthrough, but he didn't pay much attention to that. He was happy that he had some mana now, he could feel it stirring in his gut, and quite effectively, he sniffed out the most wounded person, one that seemed like they were close to death, and sat nearby.

It was a man, an archer, one that had two sets of broken bones. He used to have a large hole in his leg, and one in his rib.

The pain he was feeling must be excruciating, Jimmy was aware, as no one else here had a broken rib, for example, so he poured ten percent of his mana healing the archer.

He didn't have to push the rib back in place, as he had removed the bone debris earlier on, a whole tail of rib bone, specifically, and so he just had to regenerate the bone.

Regenerating it took only four-percent of his mana, as he didn't have to heal a lot of the surrounding muscles.

The archer already started feeling better at that point, and when he reconnected the tendons on his leg as well, the archer bounced back to top condition!

"Thank you…" He let out a deep sigh, "I thought you were going to leave us behind."

"Nonsense," He smiled, "You archers can fly, so I can't leave you behind even if I wanted to. Besides, I knew you needed my help the most when I noticed that you don't even want to fly."

"I tried to fly, but my leg felt like it was going to fall off." The archer answered.

"Well, you're ready to go now," He nodded, "You can either grab one of your friends, and fly them out of here, or you can help them get up on top of our dinosaurs."

The archer was more than willing to cooperate. He was happy.

However, since Jimmy still had five-percent of mana left in his pool, he used it to go and treated the second most wounded person on the line, which was his father, who had a destroyed shoulder blade.

He didn't know how he was supposed to heal such damage, but he figured that he had to at least reduce the pain by however much he could. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

He connected to his father's heart beat, and blasted the remaining mana he had on him, instantly mending some of the broken bones. The damage was reduced by a third, and since his father had already taken matters into his own hands, using the guts of the recently killed herbivore to make a sling for his arm, Gnegor was in good enough condition to travel. He was a tough old man.

The rest who could not handle the constant shaking that came with traveling on top of a ground dinosaur's back, were given a ride on the QTs, who were smoother in their travels, as long as they didn't fly at high speeds.

Just like that, one by one, every wounded, or non-wounded tribe member was transferred home. Safe, sound, and somewhat healthy.

Jimmy had a lot of work in front of him, and he felt horrible about the fact that he couldn't get them out of trouble before the battle escalated. Everything happened too fast for his people to react properly, and even some of the archers who could've flown away got hurt, but he took comfort in the fact that the battle was over, and the tribe didn't suffer any deaths.

He did not plan on sleeping yet, and aimed to dedicate the rest of his day to healing everyone, as best as he could. He had to make such a sacrifice if he was to keep them alive.