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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Dec 29, 2012 0:04:01 GMT -5
Puff's assault was barely hindered by the shot, though it had hit deep and hard. The bullet was nudged up against his thighbone, but had thankfully missed the main artery. That was good. He could handle bullets. He had been shot more times than he cared to count.
But he knew what explosives could do. And he was AFRAID of that sort of scarring and damage. He slashed on instinct at the explosive in a vain attempt at stopping it from going off. No no no no NO!! Those hurt BAD! Bad bad bad bad bad!!
Two more slices and a good slam with the elbow had him distanced a bit from Archer, but that bomb was going to go off soon and they needed to get away. Him and Hana and they could get far away and not get hurt and laugh about the shot leg and go on their way and have lots more fun!
A small part of the back of his mind, the bit that had grown up and learned the ropes of being an assassin so well that tactics were subconscious, knew that Hana was the only one of the two of them that was well enough to completely escape the damage... and that was if she ran fast and ran NOW. He... might get lucky. The charge was small, it would scar him and burn him and might disable one of his arms for a while if he was lucky... and if he wasn't...
Well, he just hoped he was lucky.
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Post by Hana Chizuko on Dec 29, 2012 0:16:13 GMT -5
Hana's eyes widen when she saw the explosive. No! She would NOT lose to Archer, she refused!! Her only way out was the run, but what about Puff? She couldn't pick him up and carry him, was he gonna be okay?!
The brunette psycho bit her lip and sprinted off almost instantly before the explosive went off, she knew she wouldn't have much time to get away. She just hoped Puff would make it out alive.
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Post by Archer Speirs on Dec 29, 2012 0:22:05 GMT -5
3. 2. 1. Archer counted down in his head as he closed his eyes and gave into the pain. He managed to lift his arm straight up above his head before it went of. The blast went about 15 feet in every direction. Archer was dead in an instant. The pyromaniac went out fighting with what he did best, and thinking of the two most important people in his life.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Dec 31, 2012 12:11:37 GMT -5
A horrible searing pain overtook Puff's right side as the bomb detonated and a scream filled his ears. It was only after the Tora hit the asphalt from the shockwave and the screaming stopped as his jaw clicked shut on impact that he realized he was the one screaming.
He shrieked louder as his fuzzy mind focused more fully on the gritty feeling of the ground on his hyper-sensitized and bloody right half. His face seemed to have escaped too much damage, it felt burned but not badly in comparison to his side, and his left side was fine... But he NEEDED his right side! He was fairly ambidextrous, but he couldn't write with his left side and couldn't dual-wield anymore and oh god what if Hana didn't want to play with him anymore?
Keening wails broke out as Puff rolled onto his left side and clutched at his arm. This had been the first time he had been caught in an explosion. Pryce had taken care of any issues like that before, so Puff had only ever been dealt injuries by guns, knives, and blunt-force weapons. This was so much worse...
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Post by Hana Chizuko on Jan 2, 2013 22:22:29 GMT -5
Hana was knocked down from the force of the explosion, but other than that she'd barely escaped. The Tora stood back to her feet quickly, not noticing her knee bleeding from skidding into the ground so hard. That wouldn't of mattered anyway, she was too busy trying to find Puff.
The screaming had been what led her to him, and she was instantly by his side and trying to calm him down. "Shush Sweetie, everything's fine." She tried assuring him as she stroked his hair a little bit. She kept switching her eyes from the man's injuries to his eyes. "Hana's gonna make everything better, I promise." It'd be tough, even with the medical equipment she kept with her in her bag, but she could make it work. They just needed somewhere to hide, people were bound to wake up and wonder what was going on. "Can you walk, just a little bit?" They wouldn't need to go too far, just to the first place they could hide so she could treat his wounds.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 4, 2013 0:16:39 GMT -5
Puff managed a shaky nod. His legs were pretty scratched up and there was still the bullet-wound to deal with, but it was dull in comparison to the agony of his upper right half. He was sure he could walk if he could just get to his feet, and with some struggling against the pain the albino managed to get himself back on his feet despite leaning heavily on Hana. She had said she'd make it better, so Hana would make it better. The machetes had dropped to the ground, and Puff wasn't inclined to pick them up anytime soon. He had spares and extras in caches all over the city.
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Post by Hana Chizuko on Jan 4, 2013 3:24:29 GMT -5
Hana helped Puff walk as much as she could, finding the first available hiding spot they could. It was another alley, but they would have to make due with it. "Okay, Sweetie, sit down while I get some stuff out." She said before turning to her bag and digging a few things out. Thankfully after the years she use to spend stalking Hotaru so long ago, the brunette knew how to treat burns enough until they managed to get a real professional somehow.
"Alright, Puff," she began as she ripped off a piece of her sweater to tie over the bullet wound to stop the bleeding for the moment. She pulled out a rag and started to wet it with a water bottle she kept with her. "This is probably gonna hurt at first, so just be prepared." She'd have to remove the dead skin first, then treating it for infections. Hana knew he could handle it, but she still felt the need to baby him.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 4, 2013 20:29:57 GMT -5
Puff nodded and gritted his teeth in expectation. He would have preferred getting the bullet out of his leg first, but they didn't have the proper tools for that and he was used to blood loss... They'd just need to get someone with a steady hand and tweezers. His shirt was covering most of the burned flesh, and he had a feeling that removing the cloth from the wounds would be even more painful if they didn't do it soon.
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Post by Hana Chizuko on Jan 4, 2013 20:58:49 GMT -5
Hana went to work on Puff's burns. She tried taking off his shirt as best as she could without hurting him too much, then after that she started removing the dead skin carefully. Her face was completely blank during the process, she really couldn't recall a pain like this before, it's been ten or so years since the teenage psycho could really feel last.
"Okay, here's the bad part." She muttered as she got out some gauze and ointment she knew her old idol had had to use in the past. If she remembered right, this was always the most painful for the redhead Hana use to admire. Carefully she started spreading the ointment on the burns, being sure not to rub it in too hard and hurt Puff more than what was needed.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 4, 2013 22:07:37 GMT -5
Puff bit back a scream; the sharp painful wailing strangled by his defiant lips and teeth as the albino tensed and shuddered in pain. This HURT!! It HURT HURT like when he had gotten gutted and Puff couldn't help but let another few tears dribble down his face against the pain. He needed it to be over with NOW and prayed to whatever deity would listen that Hana's work would b done swiftly.
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Post by Hana Chizuko on Jan 4, 2013 22:19:49 GMT -5
Hana finished up as quick as she could and started wrapping gauze around it the moment she'd finished. She saw the tears coming from Puff's eyes and wipped them off, pushing back some of his hair. "All done now." She told him softly. "At least with the burns. The bullet's all we need to take care of now." That was, of course, unless he wanted to wait and take care of it himself or something. She'd managed to keep it from bleeding too badly for now, there was just the matter of removing the bullet itself.
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Post by Patrick "Puff" Ramshire on Jan 7, 2013 22:40:08 GMT -5
"N-need," the albino started to say as he sniffed and wiped at his tear streaks. He was a BOY, boys didn't cry. "N-need d-doctor." Or at least tools that the pair currently didn't have. The bullet was in deep, it would be hard for Puff OR Hana to get it out without tweezers and even then it could have fragmented... not likely, but he wanted to keep his legs...
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