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OOC: It's a demon right? Who say's that'd do it?

BiC
*OT slashes the remains of the Elite. Then picks up Vanden*

Hold on Amelia, oh please don't you die too.
(Frantic) CAL! SOMEONE, PLEASE GET CAL!

[Steps out of nearby room after hearing screams] ...! [Goes pale] What happened?

(Trying to keep it together) She's been stabbed and blown up. It's bad. Cal's on his way but... it doesn't looks good

*Marla and cal round the corner and start to work on her*
Wait.... Again....... *shakes head whilst healing her with cal*

Ooc
Can the spartan fight anyone and not die?

[Puts hands behind head and contains distress] I trust you can help her. You're the best I know.
I just wish I didn't learn that through seeing this happen so often.
[Kneels beside them out of the way and holds Amelia's hand]

Ooc: If he gets in the way of plot, just have him sleep or something. Family member had a stroke in the night so I'm not sure how today will pan out.

Ooc not good. Good luck.

Bic
And i know her anatomy way too well.... Like the rib I'm mending for a 4th time.... I am too good at this ...

*Arm has been completely removed, along with right lung and a great portion of torso*

*Unconscious*

*Elite dodges swing and recloaks, his energy shield taking the worst of the grenade*

OOC I love making you guys facepalm. Also, thats bad to hear BC, hope all goes well.

*looks at situation *

Ok, at this rate she will ne nigh all rebuild but lets get this body rebuilt... *starts repairing her silently wondering how many times she,s done this before*

*Suffering massive blood loss, shrapnel lodged in brain, shrapnel lodged in heart, two puncture wounds from energy blade, and a multitude of other wounds that are fatal*

OOC Is this a bad time to ask for a Medic?

In all reality, Amelia has done a lot better than most Spartans, as the only ones who have survived a Energy sword attack are;
Emile, got stabbed, but he survived long enough to stab the elite through the skull
Noble 6, Who can get stabbed twice without 'dying' in the final mission of Halo: Reach.

Bit information for you guys.

... [Suts cross legged and leans against wall] [Rolls up sleeve and holds out arm] I remember how this part goes.

Ooc: It's not as bad as it could be. I'm pretty grateful.

OOC Thats good to hear BC.

Ooc ya know Amelia going to end up with half her chest and her arm in cybernetics, rebuild and such...

Bic
*Amelia being worked on by a very large trauma team, Marla, cal, Maria and multiple other medics and assistants including a god, trauma experts and such....*

Hey ot, get the rest of cals team here. We may need more medics. *has prepared various blood transfusion in her type. *
I know her blood well enough.... BC she gets wounded so much I've started stocking her blood type by default... But stay close if needed commissar...

[Closes eye] Maybe that holiday wouldn't be a terrible idea.
Always wanted to see a city that wasn't being blown up.

OOC Or she could just die...

*Heart finally stops beating(which it wasn't doing much of anyway)*

*All vitals die out*

*Elite is sneaking off in the corner cloaked*

I know... Once I get this whole two wk gak sorted I'm spending some time on my estates I think... Commisar my family have a nice lake aide villa that will be ideal to recouperate and relax...

Private, no issues, no hero worship . Just a quiet lake side villa.
*all whilst working*

*begins emergency resuscitation *

[Bale eye detects the Elite's heat signature] [Growls and fires laser into the centre while scrambling to feet]

Ooc: But that'd make crabbyssar sad. :<

OOC No drama makes things boring (plus Amelia needed another dosage)

Bic* Elite dodges laser and activates energy sword*

The Demon got what she deserved. She killed countless numbers of my people, my family. If you wish to defend her fine, I will just have to kill another filthy human.

*slowly glowing more and more gold as working harder *

I'm the saint, I'm here to help Marla... *starts channeling acts of faith into reality alongside medical work*

*looks at elite with harsh gold light in eyes*
Hurt him you face me...

[Checks Chrono] ...I have time.
[Draws own sword and cabling along the power klaw begins sparking]

It truly pains me to kill you. You seem honourable.

*Rushes at Yarrick and swipes to the side with Energy sword*

*whilst working living saint sends a blast of energry with heat and power of a multi melts at the elite*

I'm not giving up on her
*keeps workinf*

*Elite dodges out of way and draws Plasma pistol*

*Fires several shots in Marla's direction*

*Vital signs for Amelia are still silent*

[Steps back at the last moment, and the sword takes a sizeable piece out of the metal wall] Big bugger, aren't you.
[Sweeps Power Klaw with the blades extended, to buy some space back] ...I've had bigger.

*energy shields. Fizz and ceramite plates are deformed but intact and wounded but not dead*

Ooh that hurt... *works to try and save Amelia despite the odds*

*Deactivates Energy sword to dislodge it from wall*

*Steps back to avoid power klaw*

And I shall say I have not fought a human with such reliance on melee weapons. Your race continues to surprise me.

[Looks down to Amelia] Come back to us... I know it's possible. I felt the pull myself and I returned.
[Blinks and remembers fight]

We are in a huge metal space ship. Projectiles would be insanity. [Activates power sword and makes a lunge]

*Activates Energy sword and parries*

*Locks Power sword with energy sword and looks Yarrick in the eye*

She is dead. She guaranteed it herself.

Death is not irreversible. [Snarls and pushes back] It's just a doorway.

*Marla colapses from plasma wounds to upper body with several large areas of badly burned metal chest plating with layers of secondary armour visible *

Hu....rrrrt..... Fai.....lled.... *collapses *

*Pushes Yarrick away*

I believe that you have more pressing concerns than fighting me.

*Turns and walks away*

We shall meet again human.