Burning off your own clones and fighting an army sure got you to move around a lot. As Lash ran, trying hard to see who was and who wasn't on their side (all the harder with clones running around), she was thankful for the fact she still had that yellow suit which gave her enough energy to survive through it.
The city was starting to be a mess, and the smells of dried blood, screams of fear and burning skin were getting all too familiar for her and her days in war. Yet she wasn't relishing in it like before, this time making sure that all their teammates were there and accounted for.
Thankfully, the viking and her hat wasn't too easy to miss, thankfully. Clones could reproduce things, but that hat was HER hat. Except she was on the ground and was barely moving.
"Ruffnut!" she hissed, violently cracking away a nearby soldiers with her spear like a baseball bat. Realizing that the girl wouldn't recognize her, she tore off her helmet and made sure the coast was clear before kneeling next to her. Lash's yellow costume has since been covered in dirt, sweat and dried blood.
"Shit." It was a pretty good way to describe it. "You've broken your arm." The blood was everywhere, but she had no idea if it was Ruffnut's or someone else's. Grabbing the nearby dead clone's half burned top, Lash began to use it to scoop up as much as she could to see the girl's injuries better. She wasn't a medic, but the wunderkind knew enough from her war training to know that the first few minutes to any serious injuries were vital. If she was bleeding from a major wound, it needed to be held down as much as possible.
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The city was starting to be a mess, and the smells of dried blood, screams of fear and burning skin were getting all too familiar for her and her days in war. Yet she wasn't relishing in it like before, this time making sure that all their teammates were there and accounted for.
Thankfully, the viking and her hat wasn't too easy to miss, thankfully. Clones could reproduce things, but that hat was HER hat. Except she was on the ground and was barely moving.
"Ruffnut!" she hissed, violently cracking away a nearby soldiers with her spear like a baseball bat. Realizing that the girl wouldn't recognize her, she tore off her helmet and made sure the coast was clear before kneeling next to her. Lash's yellow costume has since been covered in dirt, sweat and dried blood.
"Shit." It was a pretty good way to describe it. "You've broken your arm." The blood was everywhere, but she had no idea if it was Ruffnut's or someone else's. Grabbing the nearby dead clone's half burned top, Lash began to use it to scoop up as much as she could to see the girl's injuries better. She wasn't a medic, but the wunderkind knew enough from her war training to know that the first few minutes to any serious injuries were vital. If she was bleeding from a major wound, it needed to be held down as much as possible.