Law’s eyebrows raise further with the cheeky reply, interspersed with repressed coughs and wheezing. Hm. Not just the leg then. But if the guy has the energy for banter like this, then he’s likely not in critical condition yet. That or he’s just…used to worse. Or operating in bad conditions. “It’s the most obvious one. If you want a prognosis I can do that easy,” he replies flatly, not bothering to draw closer. He can…well. First he’ll let the guy finish talking.
Law catches the man’s gaze and looks over as well. His expression darkens while the version of himself smiles at a figure approaching from beyond the frame. Actually smiles, warm and welcoming. Eugh. At least this one isn’t dead. He wonders if this injured oni guy is looking away from his own mirror for similar reasons. There seem to be more like him in there, and…yeah. Not his business.
“Yeah. Thanks. Really feeling the warm welcome here.” He’d been on his way to Dressrosa on the Sunny, this was not part of the plan and it’s probably all going to crap while he’s lost in who knows where and Strawhat-ya on the loose and- whatever. Fine. One thing at a time.
Law watches and listens to the thinly veiled threat with feigned disinterest. He doesn’t doubt that this man can do some damage…but when he’s already in such a state? That’s just foolish.
…Pot, kettle.
At that last bit, Law huffs with dark amusement. “Yeah I suppose so.” He straightens up from his slouched position, only to crouch down where he stands a way off from this guy. “Not charity though. I do what I want. And right now I wanna take a look at that leg, so,” and with that, he holds up two fingers, determination flickering in gold eyes. “You’ll choose to let me do that, if you know what’s good for you.”
Room.
A field of energy bleeds out from Law’s position, and envelopes both him and the injured man. The air buzzes with energy, with potential, of things about to move. The leg…he doesn’t want to deal with the details of the knee, so he aims below it…it should still have the entirety of the cut…there.
Shambles.
It doesn’t hurt. Not more that Flamebringer will already be feeling. But it is likely to be unsettling as the sarkaz’s leg disappears in a snap of energy as Law cuts his fingers through the air like blades, twisting them to complete the process. The leg appears in front of him, minus the pant leg (it won’t help him here) and Flamebringer’s sword clatters down behind him; roughly where his leg was. He’s likely to lose balance for not expecting that. Oh well.
Law hums under his breath as he looks over the appendage, fingers prodding it the undamaged skin around it very lightly (which Flamebringer would be able to feel), trying to gauge how deep it is… “Nasty scratch you got here. If you don’t get it cleaned up soon it’ll get infected, just so you know.”
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Your wish may be fulfilled… (cw for body horror and me pretending I know how Law’s power works)
Date: 2025-05-06 09:32 pm (UTC)Law catches the man’s gaze and looks over as well. His expression darkens while the version of himself smiles at a figure approaching from beyond the frame. Actually smiles, warm and welcoming. Eugh. At least this one isn’t dead. He wonders if this injured oni guy is looking away from his own mirror for similar reasons. There seem to be more like him in there, and…yeah. Not his business.
“Yeah. Thanks. Really feeling the warm welcome here.” He’d been on his way to Dressrosa on the Sunny, this was not part of the plan and it’s probably all going to crap while he’s lost in who knows where and Strawhat-ya on the loose and- whatever. Fine. One thing at a time.
Law watches and listens to the thinly veiled threat with feigned disinterest. He doesn’t doubt that this man can do some damage…but when he’s already in such a state? That’s just foolish.
…Pot, kettle.
At that last bit, Law huffs with dark amusement. “Yeah I suppose so.” He straightens up from his slouched position, only to crouch down where he stands a way off from this guy. “Not charity though. I do what I want. And right now I wanna take a look at that leg, so,” and with that, he holds up two fingers, determination flickering in gold eyes. “You’ll choose to let me do that, if you know what’s good for you.”
Room.
A field of energy bleeds out from Law’s position, and envelopes both him and the injured man. The air buzzes with energy, with potential, of things about to move. The leg…he doesn’t want to deal with the details of the knee, so he aims below it…it should still have the entirety of the cut…there.
Shambles.
It doesn’t hurt. Not more that Flamebringer will already be feeling. But it is likely to be unsettling as the sarkaz’s leg disappears in a snap of energy as Law cuts his fingers through the air like blades, twisting them to complete the process. The leg appears in front of him, minus the pant leg (it won’t help him here) and Flamebringer’s sword clatters down behind him; roughly where his leg was. He’s likely to lose balance for not expecting that. Oh well.
Law hums under his breath as he looks over the appendage, fingers prodding it the undamaged skin around it very lightly (which Flamebringer would be able to feel), trying to gauge how deep it is… “Nasty scratch you got here. If you don’t get it cleaned up soon it’ll get infected, just so you know.”