Archer eyed the quick tourniquet with the eye of one who'd had to make more than a few himself.
"One. Two. Three, pull the sodding thing out!"
On three, Archer yanked the rebar free like he'd done before, hard and sudden. Blood spurted out - not unexpected, considering the location. A nicked artery for sure. The scent of iron filled the air and Archer felt some splatter against his front. Far less than there would be without that tourniquet, he could tell.
"Break that arm into place." Archer said quickly, stepping out of the way for Forest to do her work - this was a little out of his range of expertise.
The redhead's eyes shot open as the bar was removed from his arm, the muscle, skin, and bone immediately knitting themselves back into proper place as it was removed. Coughing, he tried to move, but Karna's iron grip prevented him from so much as twitching. The redhead's brow narrowed in irritation, though he looked to all the world like a petulant child.
"...
Thank you."
With those words that could be mistaken for just another breath escaping his lips, the redhead looked at the people surrounding him with that same sort of grumpiness, that, truth be told, made him seem sillier instead of serious. His eyes were drawn to the large piece of a castle pillar that was stuck through his chest - it was a wonder he could even be moving, with something like that in his body. Though it seemed to take some effort, he twitched his hand towards the stone, silently asking for them to remove that next.
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Gilgamesh snarled at the fleeing figure, his visage horrible to behold.
"When I meet you again, coward, I will destroy you wholly!"
The angry King made to leave his perch, idly casting his gaze upon the ground where the wingless dragon and its green-haired companion stood. Its...
green-haired companion. Gilgamesh looked closer, scarcely believing his own, perfect eyes.
The one that stood next to the wingless dragon could be mistaken for either a woman or a man, their body cloaked in a simple robe that suggested formlessness, that of a being made from clay. It could not be. There was no way that this being, that stood before him, could be the one and only friend the Golden King had ever had and would have, Enki-
"My King."
The Gate of Babylon was dismissed, and Gilgamesh landed on the ground before Enkidu, his red eyes wide in disbelief. The silence stretched out as the Original King beheld his friend, his attention solely on Enkidu's face. Ramesses, Ishtar, and all the gods of the earth could have come before him and Gilgamesh would not have taken heed - indeed, he was completely speechless.
In that moment Gilgamesh burst out into laughter and swept Enkidu off his feet. Whirling him around in a bone-crushing hug, Gilgamesh seemed almost human, his face relieved beyond description. Setting Enkidu back down on his feet, the creation of the gods was bombarded with questions.
"How are you here? How are you still alive, Enkidu? I thought you," the King's voice almost seemed to stumble for a moment, before continuing on. "I thought you dead. I
saw you die. How are you here, in this city?"
It was completely out of character for Gilgamesh to be like this, but so overjoyed was he at the appearance of Enkidu that he could not contain himself. The world seemed brighter already.
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Amelia held her hand up into the air as the small boy hugged her and claimed her to be his sister.
“H-huh! W-what do you mean. I-“ Amelia stuttered confused and surprised at the odd boys actions.
Wanderer's hand stilled in the air between them, his eyes carefully observing the boy.
"He followed you here. Should I kill him?"
Joy.Wanderer forced a smile at the sickness.
"You can try if you like, but I'd rather not die all the same."
No, no, no. This man was an innocent; innocents are not to be harmed unless they get in her way. But this man was not doing that. He just wanted to help her.
“NO, YOU SHOULDN’T KILL.” She screamed, then she got very quiet “You shouldn’t kill. Killing is bad…” Her voice dropped off that the end.
She somewhat realized the hypocrisy of her words. But in this case there was no other answer. It was day and this man was an innocent, and this was a boy, even if he was odd. To take someone’s life was the furthest thing from her mind. And it was something he should not bloody his hands with.
Wanderer's face was solemn as he regarded the girl. Lifting his hand as both a warning gesture and a symbol for peace towards the boy, he walked over to Amy, and carefully put his hand on her shoulder, slowly, so as not to spark her reflexes. The brim of his hat still covered his eyes as he leaned in towards her, still slow enough to not rouse her.
"You know, I'd have to agree with you, but I'll say one more thing," He gently squeezed her shoulder. "I've found that it is the intent behind things that make them good or bad. Some things are evil, and some things are good, and right, but for the most part, what you put into it is what you get out. If you walk the path of good, as long as you don't stray too far from that path, things will turn out well in the end."
There was both a quiet conviction and sadness in his voice, but it was obvious that he believed them to be true. Having said his piece, the wanderer, softly clapped Amy on the shoulder and stood upright. Walking past her on the soft coating of snow that covered the ground, the cowboy lifted a hand in farewell. From what he'd seen, she could handle whatever happened with the boy on her own, and he'd tarried here long enough. His voice drifting back to the two on the breeze.
"Good luck. If you want to do something right, it's hard, but it's worth it in the end."