NIGHT 64: MEDICAL WING HALL

[envy_the_sinners]

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Looking around, Scar wasn't quite sure what to expect upon this returning visit to the medical wing. It was silent, for now. Scar shined his light around each corner as he moved silently through the room, ready for something to jump out at him at any moment. He wasn't sure of what to expect, but he held his scalpel at the ready with his free hand. It was feeble protection at best, but Scar was a sitting duck without his alchemic arm.

He still wasn't sure if he would actually want it back, though.

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[forsworn]

"I thought you deserved at least one; it seemed only fair." To be honest, Kratos hadn't been expecting the shockwave either--as in, expecting it to hit. It was instinct to retaliate as quickly as possible, and he'd just gone with the option that made the most sense given his mobility and positioning.

Thus, he couldn't help but smile inwardly at this very small and petty victory, despite its cost: he was still on guard, sword raised, but already, his arms were beginning to ache--his injured one, especially--and his breath was starting to come short and fast. The damage from last night was only compounding the fatigue that came with the use of his mana, and with the injury to his leg, things were just adding up. They needed to escape this fight before it escalated any further.

Kratos glanced down at Flynn. "I'm sorry; I can do something about your leg, but not with my hands tied like this. I'll have to ask you to hold on for just a bit longer." How much longer, he couldn't say. They were back to multiple Lingormrs popping up in a dizzying sort of way, and there was no way he could launch another attack of the previous one's magnitude, not if he wanted to heal Flynn later.