Law would commend this man’s vigilance. Unfortunately, vigilance can’t save you from the pure shock of the power of the op-op fruit. No one can really prepare for it, especially since Law usually doesn’t care to explain what he’s doing to anyone.
He does note that the man tries to attack, and those reflexes are impressive. It’s clear the oni-man is no stranger to combat.
Still not fast enough to stop him. “Calm down. If you keep moving around you’re gonna-“ Annnd the man falls over in a heap. Oops. Oh well. The katana should have absorbed some of the impact, but looks like the fall took a lot out of him. Maybe he’ll stop trying stupidly to attack…?
But no. He’s struggling to get up soon after, clearly suffering pain that would knock a lesser man unconscious. Law is quietly developing a bit of respect for this foolish person. He’s interesting, at least. The man’s amber eyes land on his own detached leg, and understandably grows a bit…upset about it.
Law watches closely for the reaction to touching the leg, near the injury and- yeah. Okay. This wound may be already in the process of infection, the way the battle-hardened man flinches at the very light contact. With the Room still active, he investigates a little closer and…hm.
What is…?
He can sense the beginnings of an infection, sure, but there are foreign bodies in the blood that he’d not ever encountered before.
Fascinating.
The man demands answers, and Law has to force himself away from that discovery. He can inspect that later, when this guy isn’t in danger of bleeding out trying to bite his head off or something. He sounds…terrified. Also a normal reaction. Law holds up his hands, energy humming around them.
“Calm down, Horn-ya. I’ll put your leg back after cleaning it up a bit. It’s in bad shape, and this was an easier way to look it over.” Isolate the problem, cut out the damage, sew the patient back together. Typical plan of action for the Surgeon of Death. His lips thin out, disapproving. “Keep flailing around like that will make my job harder, and this will take longer. I’d stay still if I were you.”
Lies. He’d absolutely raise hell if he were in Flamebringer’s position. But that’s not the point here. The point is, even detached, the leg keeps trying to kick around, which is annoying…
He shambleses some surgical gloves onto his hands, which are straight from his emergency medical kit stashed in his coat. It’d help to stitch this up, but it’s easier to clean if it’s open…also whatever did this, might still be a threat nearby.
“What left such a mark? I didn’t see anything big enough around here.” He’s speaking conversationally, as if he’d not amputated the man’s leg with little to no warning. He holds the appendage down by the ankle, and raises his other hand to shrink down the Room, focusing it more around the leg, and what foreign bodies are inside. What’s causing the wound to be particularly hot to the touch? He’ll remove it, little at a time, since he doesn’t have a good supply of blood and skin to readily replace it with…
It’s a challenge, that’s for sure. This isn’t a bad thing.
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Sir keep calm I’m a doctor- sir stop screaming- sir…(cw body horror, medical nonsense)
Date: 2025-05-29 04:20 pm (UTC)He does note that the man tries to attack, and those reflexes are impressive. It’s clear the oni-man is no stranger to combat.
Still not fast enough to stop him. “Calm down. If you keep moving around you’re gonna-“ Annnd the man falls over in a heap. Oops. Oh well. The katana should have absorbed some of the impact, but looks like the fall took a lot out of him. Maybe he’ll stop trying stupidly to attack…?
But no. He’s struggling to get up soon after, clearly suffering pain that would knock a lesser man unconscious. Law is quietly developing a bit of respect for this foolish person. He’s interesting, at least. The man’s amber eyes land on his own detached leg, and understandably grows a bit…upset about it.
Law watches closely for the reaction to touching the leg, near the injury and- yeah. Okay. This wound may be already in the process of infection, the way the battle-hardened man flinches at the very light contact. With the Room still active, he investigates a little closer and…hm.
What is…?
He can sense the beginnings of an infection, sure, but there are foreign bodies in the blood that he’d not ever encountered before.
Fascinating.
The man demands answers, and Law has to force himself away from that discovery. He can inspect that later, when this guy isn’t in danger of bleeding out trying to bite his head off or something. He sounds…terrified. Also a normal reaction. Law holds up his hands, energy humming around them.
“Calm down, Horn-ya. I’ll put your leg back after cleaning it up a bit. It’s in bad shape, and this was an easier way to look it over.” Isolate the problem, cut out the damage, sew the patient back together. Typical plan of action for the Surgeon of Death. His lips thin out, disapproving. “Keep flailing around like that will make my job harder, and this will take longer. I’d stay still if I were you.”
Lies. He’d absolutely raise hell if he were in Flamebringer’s position. But that’s not the point here. The point is, even detached, the leg keeps trying to kick around, which is annoying…
He shambleses some surgical gloves onto his hands, which are straight from his emergency medical kit stashed in his coat. It’d help to stitch this up, but it’s easier to clean if it’s open…also whatever did this, might still be a threat nearby.
“What left such a mark? I didn’t see anything big enough around here.” He’s speaking conversationally, as if he’d not amputated the man’s leg with little to no warning. He holds the appendage down by the ankle, and raises his other hand to shrink down the Room, focusing it more around the leg, and what foreign bodies are inside. What’s causing the wound to be particularly hot to the touch? He’ll remove it, little at a time, since he doesn’t have a good supply of blood and skin to readily replace it with…
It’s a challenge, that’s for sure. This isn’t a bad thing.