Ronan nodded, and with a few words released the spells holding Bolton's arm still and keeping the pain away.

A quick slice down his palm started the blood flowing, and the words flowed with it; the healing came easily to him, more easily than he'd imagined it would, but it was almost as if something were helping him along, like it was supposed to come this easily for him.

As the spell built, Ronan smiled, and then he was at the end, reciting the last words, and it was done.