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Men of L33t, Part V
The hospital was silent, as everyone had left for festival that night. Those patients too sick to leave their beds slept peacefully, thanks to a potion one of the sisters had concocted. Torches flickered quietly down a long corridor, where two lone figures embraced in a deep and passionate kiss, and um... er... oh, my... ah... nngg...!
"Oh, fer cryin' out loud people, get a priest!"
The two figures flew apart.
"Will!"
"Doctor!"
He walked up, still talking. "I mean, Lord knows there's a shortage of nookie in the world, so I'm all for you two goin' at it, but you might as well drop inda the church right now and getchur selves hitched, if you're gonna be doin' things like-"
"Oh, Will, your arm!"
"Eh?" Will inhaled sharply as his body suddenly reminded him that he was supposed to hurt. "Oh yyeeeaaaahh.."
He coughed and took in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly as he talked. "Tohru, would you mind reattaching my arm? I can't quite hold it long enough for it to heal back on."
"Of course!" she said, and quickly ran down the corridor to get some supplies, leaving the two of them alone.
Will looked at her partner. "So."
"So."
...
"Without stripping, ah? I'm impressed..."
"Huh."
"Where'd you learn all that anyways?"
The man reddened. "Don't ask."
"Gotcha."
"I'm back!" said Tohru, waving the aqueduct tape as she came skittering to a stop.
"Excellent!" said Will, handing his right arm to her. "If you could... yes, just a little lower... to the left... there." He gritted his teeth as she bent down and began taping his arm tightly against the bleeding stump.
"Cut straight through and across the chest... Will, what happened this time?!"
"Ah... Piro was discovered."
"Oh, no!" cried Tohru unhappily.
Her cohort looked confused. "Who? what?"
Tohru stood up and looked over her handiwork. "Never mind, dear, it's a long story." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'll tell you later."
"Ehhh... ya might be a little flooded later." said Will, flexing his arm. "The church got a little involved, so you and-" he glanced expectantly at Tohru.
"Oh! Will, this is Vorlon. We met at a party half a year ago."
"You and Vorlon," continued Will, "Might want to get the hospital ready for an influx of patients. I'm going back to see what I can do to help get them out of there alive."
"Will, are you certain? You just nearly got sliced in half!"
Will grinned. "I'll manage."
"Au revoir." he said, disappearing.
***
Everything seemed to go in slow motion
Piro roared, and snapped through Shadow's binding like they were made of straw. He surged forwards to stop Shadow, but was suddenly blocked by a pistol to the forehead. The hammer cocked.
Largo heard Piro's cry and swung around to meet Nightwalker's blade, unaware of Shadow's diving blade. Steel clashed against steel, and sparks flew through the air as they both drew their blades back to meet once again.
Piro recoiled, startled by the gun's sudden appearance. He threw back his head to see the face of his opponent, and Draegos stared impassively back into his eyes. Piro stretched his neck to see beyond Draegos' shoulder. He caught a glimpse of Shadow moving in for the kill, while Largo was still focused on Nightwalker. With a snarl, he twisted back around Draegos, catching his two knives as they flew out of his sleeve and drew back his arm to throw. Draegos whirled about, bringing his gun up to bear.
Shadow's adrenaline sang through her veins as she threw herself forward, certain of a kill. Across the room, Lightsider hurled away another guard and shook his hair to clear it from his face. As he did, a flash of light glanced off Shadow's blade and caught the corner of his eye. His eyes widened and he leaped forwards, blades of light forming in each hand. Time slowed. Shadow's blade inched fatally closer as he dove towards it, each moment bringing it just that much closer. It touched the surface of Largo's tunic. Lightsider's blades made contact. They slammed into her katana like an avalanche in slow motion, throwing it off course as it strained to slide into Largo's side. Fabric ripped and tore as it cut through, barely scratching flesh before it was knocked into empty air.
Time sped up and Lightsider slammed into the ground, rolling away and upright into a formal stance. Shadow was thrown to the side and swung with her blade to regain balance. She cursed and brought her blade up to bear to deal with this new intruder. She turned and they both jumped forwards to meet in the mid-air. Light screeched against metal, and they were shocked to find their opponent still in the air. With wings. They looked at each other, and across blades, their eyes met.
