264/Medic Medic!

Medic Medic!
Date of Scene:	04 May 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Crusader, Feral

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Crusader has posed:
In the far back corners of the illegal fighting ring, where a 'quiet space' was set up for fighters to rest or prepare themselves, was Vorn, leaning agaist a wall watching Feral, who at the moment looked like she asn't just knocked out, but possibly dead.

But was she? Vorn had to know as he watches that trail of blood fail from Feral face and onto the floor.

His eyes gradually change as his senses begin to alter. He didn't havex-ray vision... but he can pick up even faint heart rates and the shallowest of breaths, along with even temperature read outs and chemical compositions. As a dead person would begin to start to lose heat and their body begin to breakdown almost immediatly...

He walks back over to her and puts his massive hand on her forhead to check for these signs of life that normally only machines would be able to pick.Any would be questioners or interfers of what going on...will likly back down just from one cold stare from the orcih man as he sees to the wellfare of his opponent.

Feral has posed:
Laid out on the bench, with her calloused feet poking a little bit off one side, what moments ago was a wild fight is in an eerily still state. From the thin line of blood to her motionless chest. Bjorn might recall the telltale feelings as he forced it out of its natural shape and with them in mind, it's hard to tell if some of the fine undulations of her top were there when their fight started.

In contact and to higher senses, the woman isn't quite dead. Her forehead is wet and hot with sweat that hasn't dried and a slow, shallow breath is wheezing out of her mouth while a weak but frantic pulse beneath the surface moves what little oxygen it can find throughout her body.

Crusader has posed:
Vorn let out a low rumble "Good" is his only word as the woman was alive. A bit of relief, some happiness...and a twang or guilt. Just a bit. But these fights are known to be dangerous fo a reason after all. Though there was still some curiouse onlooker, to witch Vorn grunts out "She alive, not go mind your own fights"

There was a sudden RING as another fight begins.

Alright, so a wet, hot and (still) sweaty head was a good indicator that her body was trying to heal. He could intergrate with her.....but most humans would not apprecaite that, the downside to being part alien. But he can still at least help get things 'back in shape' so to speak.

Vorn carefully feels along her arms, ribs, back, and so on moving her carefully as he does so. If he find any bones that feel out of place or not where they should be, he will snap them back into the proper shape and positions. He not no offical doctor, but he know very well how a human bodies basic structure should look... course this lady was a shapeshifter. "Oi, please, please, by the cosmos above, don't let me make things worse" he silently thinks to himself

Feral has posed:
Vanya's arms and legs seem unharmed despite the thrashing they gave to Bjorn's steely body. She's punched touch things before it seems. The dark-eyed woman's torso... to touch it, it's uneven like cracked pavement or broken glass. Just under the tank top she's hard and chitinous in places meant to be soft and yielding, and there are one or two places where her body all too easily falls inwards at the mammoth man's touch - places where ribs no longer hold their proper sway. Fixing things is... difficult. Feral's bones need pulled back out, not pushed around.

Crusader has posed:
Vorn blinks as at the various...oddities that is Feral! Carapice like plateing...places where flesh completly give way...quite a messed up individual at the moment. Alright, don't panic, you got this Vorn. He uses one hand to hold Vanya steady, not to hard to accomplish, his other hand? Well he doubts people will be questiongly things here
    He hand grows 3 other pairs of fingers...then all hsi finger elongen and flatten. He shivers a bit as he does this. But than concentrates. Like pliers each pair of finger pokes downward and 'hooks' around each rib, if there is one. The ribs are pulled outwards carefully and wiggled around a bit untill it feel like they are in the right spot. Though he only does one side at first.

Feral has posed:
Feral's skin admits the sharp fingers with ease in the tiny handful of places it hasn't been grown over. Most of her skin isn't even skin anymore but jaggedly shattered chitinous plates that present pointed edges but also seams to slip between.

Just beneath the surface, her body is thick and feels over-packed with broad, plate-like ribs so enlarged some nearly touch. Their sheer size makes them difficult to maneuver, even more so with the limited points of entry to use short of tearing off the woman's carapace bra. A few pieces crack, one even snaps, and there's an altogether unpleasant thickness to what the broken ends drag through on their way back to proper alignment. The woman's breathing stops completely more than once in reaction to the pain but each time manages to start up again as she teeters on a dark, dreamless edge.

Blessedly, Vanya's anatomy helps a little and as ribs are straightened out, sheer pressure from her half-crushed organs smooths them back into place. What damage is beneath her ribs might not be so easily fixed but as Bjorn works her breathing comes just a little easier and her heart slows just a little from its frantic race. It's not 'healthy' but it's at least better.

Crusader has posed:
It moments like this Vorn wishes a medic was part of his collective conciouness. But he can't think of that now. Manuvering the limited...area avaible to him to get Vayne ribs back in shape was not easy. And what he does move...feels almost if it bringing something else with it.

Vorn though dosn't falter in his choosen path. He occasionly glances to Vayne whenever she stops breathing... and is happy when she does start breathing. A few other fighter had more or less dropped into help at this point, with some getting water and pouring a bit into Vayne mouth while Vorn works. The people changed every once in awhile as fights need to take place and new fighter are swapped with old

Still, once this side of the ribs are done, he moves to the other side. It was time to grant Vayn other lungs and her crossed organs some relief. While nature was quite symetrical....a shapeshifter sometimes is not..including when they change internally. As such he hopes this side of Vanya won't bring any surprises or unforeseen complications.

Feral has posed:
No surprises except perhaps that Feral's left side gave before her right; what's left now is the easy part, relatively speaking. Small pops and crackles come from the fighter's other side, lost against the continued din of the fights and the crowd, but what's harder to miss is when two dark-brown eyes peek open and look up at the steel man with his hands in her chest.

"That really freaking hurts," she rasps stone-faced.

Crusader has posed:
Vorn grunts "Least your not dead" is his reply. His hand reverts to 'normal' once he feels all the ribs are in place. The surprise collapse though shocking was a relief. Made some things easier to move and manuaver to get back in place. "Also. You lost" he informs her as if that wasn't obviouse

He takes a bottle of water and tilts it towards her lips "Now drink, help get on feet faster" thank goodness, the girl has regenerative properties.That is the thought in the back of his mind(s).

Feral has posed:
Chitin shards smooth out and soften as Feral's flesh returns to flesh and the fighter raises a hand to her more injured side. She smirks weakly. "You laid me out like a rug... cost me a lot of money too." Feral winces as a pain shoots up from the pit of her chest that knocks her breathless for a moment.

"Ruptured something too..." At the offer of water she turns away. "Yeah drown me, great idea."

Crusader has posed:
"How did it cost you money?" Vorn asks confused "It was just fight for fun" he says.

At the turning away of the water, he smirks "Water helps heal. Your going to need it sooner or latter" but he none the less puts the water down. Breathing was better...heartrate better, but still quite injured "Though, I guess you will be fine in a few hours"

Feral has posed:
"'Fine' is a little strong," Feral replies. She shuts her eyes and an annoyed little breath slips out her nose. "I lost to an idiot... you didn't bet on yourself?"

Crusader has posed:
Vorn blinks "We can bet on ourselves?" is his response back "I just figured, we do this for fun! Never thought to do that. Course I not reallyhave reason too" he says

Feral has posed:
"Big and dumb," Vanya murmurs with a regretful smile that flashes a pointed canine. "You had my hopes up for a moment." Despite the raspy, lung-punctured tone, the wild fighter seems to be in at least bearable comfort. Whatever healing ability she does possess has prioritized her vitals.

Lifting her arm away, now smeared in places with her own blood, Feral holds out a hand to the steel orc. "Help me up at least?"

Crusader has posed:
"Big yes, dumb no. I just....well have no need for getting paid or anything" is all he says. Vorn takes Vayne hand and helps her up to her feet. His grip even while gentle was powerful

"So what you plan to do now...get back in the ring? You fight real goodz" he says by way of compliment.

Feral has posed:
@emit Feral gasps in breathless pain as she's lifted off the bench but grits her teeth and forces herself the rest of the way up until she can swing her legs off and sit upright against the metal back. She's not ready to stand yet.

"(&!... and you broke me good," she complains with a hand again on her side as she takes labored breaths. Despite herself the fighter smiles a little, and only then straightens out her clothes. "I'm done for tonight. I think I'll limp myself home and stuff my face with a half-kilo of food."

Crusader has posed:
"Could have broke your worse" is what he says back with a grin. Which considering his size and metal like toughness may or may not be true. He flexes, viens appearing on his on his rugged muscles. The beastly man wasn't afriad of an ego strip

"I can help you home if you want." after all she did not exactly look in any shape to going off on her own...especialy from this neighborhood. But than he cants his head "Only a half kilo of food... that is...not much food" he says

Feral has posed:
"I can get there myself," Vanya dismisses, tilting her head back and letting her eyes take in Vorn's display. "Heh..." she laughs weakly. "I'd go one-for-one with you, but flexing might break something new."

Crusader has posed:
Vorn stops flexing and chuckles "Well, I like to workout alot" he says proudly. Actually his form was completly dependentant on his mental state, but people didn't need to know that.
    "Just because you can, does not mean you should. Sides, a companion not going to kill you. But..." he puts up his hands "Your an indepedant women" and he stretches before leaning agaist a wall. He wasn't going to force the issue, after all Feral clearly knew how to defend herself, and was more or less popping back into shape after being quite litterly crushed

Feral has posed:
"Not as much as me I bet," Vanya shoots back, taking what she can. "Buy me dinner some time and we can talk." ...and a little more.

Glancing down at her shirt, wet from things other than sweat, she adds, "I'm going to have to soak this top in bleach again... first time it's been my blood in a while."

Crusader has posed:
"Mabey I do, mabey I do not" Vorn says with a grin "But I would be happy to buy you dinner. Eating is good!" he exclaims and seem to mean it

He glances at Feral suit "...do you have a coat or something? Your bound to attracted... unwated attention with all that blood"

Feral has posed:
Vanya's eye gets a little twinkle in it. That was almost too easy. "Not in this weather," she dismisses. "And it's my own blood. What's someone going to do?"

Crusader has posed:
Vorn seems to note the twinkle in Vanya eye and raises a brow in askence. But he doesn't actually say anything about that yet "Let see, kill you, call the cops, rob you, eat you in the case of canibles, mabey try and take adventage. That kind of thing"

Feral has posed:
"And?" Vanya replies expectantly, unaffected by the list. "I don't think you understand how few people hit as hard as you do."

Bracing her hands against the bench, Feral pushes herself up and rises slowly back to her full height. She puts a hand over her mouth and coughs, then hacks into it before smearing the offense down her shirt. Mostly saliva but a little more blood. Taking a deep, steady breath that spreads bones, pops ligaments back into place, and imprints her quickly-healing (and once again human) rib-cage in her shirt, the dark-eyed woman smiles while inwardly hiding a moment of searing pain.

"See? All better."

Crusader has posed:
Vorn....kind of nods "Aye... admittedly all this is... a tad bit new" he says. Heck he surprised himself when he picked up a minivan, and that wasn't even heavy to him. So he really dosn't quite know his limits

Vorn watches as Feral begins changing, becomming more and more human. But he himself had popped back some of those bones, felt some of the damage. That smile wasn't fooling him, not because it wasn't believable, but because he knew that healing expecialy to that extent is not easy

"Right, whatever you say" Vorn says with a rolling chuckle. "....so you wanted dinner?" clearly he didn't seem to mind the whole salivia and blood bit

Feral has posed:
"If you can find a place that would serve me like this," Vanya challenges as she sets her hands on her hips and turns to walk towards a side exit. "You might want to try another night, Steel Orc."

Crusader has posed:
Vorn chuckles "WIld fire that one" and he let her go. Since lets be honest, there probably isn't a place alive that wouldtake Vanya as she is currently! For now he stands and makes for his own exit