[ He gives a faint smile, still sitting among the snow. The skeleton will fight and fight (and shatter, and shatter) until Terry begins to slow, and then for a little longer still. ]

Happy to help. Not a lot of folks have need of a healer with a skeleton entourage.

[ With a final blow, the skeleton drops to pieces and stays down. It crumbles away to shards, then to dust, then to nothing in the snow. John leans forward, and then he rises at Terry's back. He offers out a hand, palm-up. ]

Want me to have a look at that arm, now? Then we can call it a day.