Flamebringer snorted, some of his humor dying at the offer, "Thanks, but no thanks. I think I've got the gist of it." Outside of his plant problem. But he wasn't about to discuss that particular weakness with a stranger.
"Its part of the charm." He says dryly.
Flamebringer's eyes are bright and sharp, watching every move Law makes, openly. Its a warning. Don't test him. He's not here to play. He's at least smart enough not to move much closer, but he's stupid enough to keep thinking he can just make threats and get away with it. And he didn't like the look on his face-
Flamebringer's ears lower at the odd hand gesture, body coiled ready to go- but the motion- The stranger isn't close enough to do anything, nor was there anything in his hands. He opens his mouth to give one more warning, one last chance. For all his own posturing, he wasn't really in the mood to fight.
Not when he wasn't sure the effort would be worth it.
And maybe secretly as well, when he wasn't sure said effort wouldn't be his last.
His jaw snaps shut abruptly in a panicked grimace as he feels the air thrum with energy.
ARTS-
Desperately, sloppily, he starts trying to move- to cut down this stranger- turned foe. He couldn't risk it. His professed benevolence was at stark contrast with the power Flamebringer could feel, he must have been playing with him all along. Toying. Hoping that the sarkaz would be easy prey-
His eyes register another gesture- His fingers- Those would go first.
Before he can make any significant ground however- there's a different sensation, a shift to the energy. He can't place what it is, or what its purpose is. And it shouldn't matter.
That is until his injured leg gives out entirely beneath him.
With an involuntarily desperate sounding shout, he loses all his momentum and lands heavily on the ground on his left side. The impact knocks the wind out of him, causing him to break into a bout of choking coughs. His head rings and every part of him feels like its throbbing from the impact- By the furnace, he didn't even fall that far- What was wrong with him?!
He's blinking hard, trying to recover his bearings- CRAP! Every second he's down is another he could be ran through-
Maybe alarmingly fast for how hard he landed, he's pushing himself up with his hands curled into tight fists. His Left hand was empty, had he dropped his katakana?
He wrenches his head to look back up at his enemy- only to see.
Was that his leg?!
He stares. His opponent had completely amputated his leg. He feels his chest freeze with the realization. For a heartbeat he just remains frozen still, expression one of open shock, tinged with something that might read as hysteria.
He numbly watches Law prod at his injury- wait- he, he flinches from that. The pain clear as a thunderbolt through the sky- That hurt. No more then he was used too, but the cut was deep, he knew this. He shouldn't- He was pretty sure losing a limb didn't work like that.
Belatedly he notices too that its not bleeding. Or more- its not bleeding from the ends. The cut still bleeds freely, but the ends are clean, no blood pours out. Unnaturally so. And he neither sees nor, feels, any signs of cauterization or any other method that would prevent such things.
It looked unnaturally healthy for having visible bone, sinew, and muscle exposed to the air around them.
"What- What did you do?!" He demands. Tone strangled, desperate. He anger and heat he wishes to push into his tone falling short-
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MORE BODY HORROR!! Sir this is not keeping your (unwilling) Patient calm at all-
Date: 2025-05-14 06:32 am (UTC)"Its part of the charm." He says dryly.
Flamebringer's eyes are bright and sharp, watching every move Law makes, openly. Its a warning. Don't test him. He's not here to play. He's at least smart enough not to move much closer, but he's stupid enough to keep thinking he can just make threats and get away with it. And he didn't like the look on his face-
Flamebringer's ears lower at the odd hand gesture, body coiled ready to go- but the motion- The stranger isn't close enough to do anything, nor was there anything in his hands. He opens his mouth to give one more warning, one last chance. For all his own posturing, he wasn't really in the mood to fight.
Not when he wasn't sure the effort would be worth it.
And maybe secretly as well, when he wasn't sure said effort wouldn't be his last.
His jaw snaps shut abruptly in a panicked grimace as he feels the air thrum with energy.
ARTS-
Desperately, sloppily, he starts trying to move- to cut down this stranger- turned foe. He couldn't risk it. His professed benevolence was at stark contrast with the power Flamebringer could feel, he must have been playing with him all along. Toying. Hoping that the sarkaz would be easy prey-
His eyes register another gesture- His fingers- Those would go first.
Before he can make any significant ground however- there's a different sensation, a shift to the energy. He can't place what it is, or what its purpose is. And it shouldn't matter.
That is until his injured leg gives out entirely beneath him.
With an involuntarily desperate sounding shout, he loses all his momentum and lands heavily on the ground on his left side. The impact knocks the wind out of him, causing him to break into a bout of choking coughs. His head rings and every part of him feels like its throbbing from the impact- By the furnace, he didn't even fall that far- What was wrong with him?!
He's blinking hard, trying to recover his bearings- CRAP! Every second he's down is another he could be ran through-
Maybe alarmingly fast for how hard he landed, he's pushing himself up with his hands curled into tight fists. His Left hand was empty, had he dropped his katakana?
He wrenches his head to look back up at his enemy- only to see.
Was that his leg?!
He stares. His opponent had completely amputated his leg. He feels his chest freeze with the realization. For a heartbeat he just remains frozen still, expression one of open shock, tinged with something that might read as hysteria.
He numbly watches Law prod at his injury- wait- he, he flinches from that. The pain clear as a thunderbolt through the sky- That hurt. No more then he was used too, but the cut was deep, he knew this. He shouldn't- He was pretty sure losing a limb didn't work like that.
Belatedly he notices too that its not bleeding. Or more- its not bleeding from the ends. The cut still bleeds freely, but the ends are clean, no blood pours out. Unnaturally so. And he neither sees nor, feels, any signs of cauterization or any other method that would prevent such things.
It looked unnaturally healthy for having visible bone, sinew, and muscle exposed to the air around them.
"What- What did you do?!" He demands. Tone strangled, desperate. He anger and heat he wishes to push into his tone falling short-