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U-Incorporated 2nd Class Type Unit
"Bloody imbeciles," Tinman muttered as he watched William rush out "all of them."
Calm down Tin Tin. Everything's going A-Okay so far!
"Silence," Tinman snarled before letting his bathrobe fall from his arm, revealing the overcharged Revo-blade in his hand "just be glad your pal is Susceptible and not Afflicted."
Tinko Pouted as Tinman walked past Aires and folded out the cylinder of the Revo-blade.
Inside were several switches. Tinman fiddled with the settings before tossing the weapon into a crate of ammunition.
He walked back to the bathrobe and folded it over his arm again before picking up the med kit again and walking back to Aires.
"Hmm, Not dead yet..." he said as he stood over her "I'll give you props for persistency."
Sighing, Tinman stooped down and examined her wound.
"Hmm, positioning suggests he missed the lung and may have glanced aside a piece of the small intestine." Tinman stated casually "Well, now we just have to hope it missed the stomach or else the acids inside will burn their way out."
Is there anything you can do to help her Doctor Tin?!?
Silence you fool. We have to extract the blade, I need to concentrate.
Tinman put a hand to his forehead before sighing.
"The things I put up with..."
Calm down Tin Tin. Everything's going A-Okay so far!
"Silence," Tinman snarled before letting his bathrobe fall from his arm, revealing the overcharged Revo-blade in his hand "just be glad your pal is Susceptible and not Afflicted."
Tinko Pouted as Tinman walked past Aires and folded out the cylinder of the Revo-blade.
Inside were several switches. Tinman fiddled with the settings before tossing the weapon into a crate of ammunition.
He walked back to the bathrobe and folded it over his arm again before picking up the med kit again and walking back to Aires.
"Hmm, Not dead yet..." he said as he stood over her "I'll give you props for persistency."
Sighing, Tinman stooped down and examined her wound.
"Hmm, positioning suggests he missed the lung and may have glanced aside a piece of the small intestine." Tinman stated casually "Well, now we just have to hope it missed the stomach or else the acids inside will burn their way out."
Is there anything you can do to help her Doctor Tin?!?
Silence you fool. We have to extract the blade, I need to concentrate.
Tinman put a hand to his forehead before sighing.
"The things I put up with..."