Day Three: Afternoon

[Yamu]

As much as Yamu fought against it, his lack of food and his good sense forced him to slow from his run. The sun had already passed its zenith and the veiny brute had found no sign of his red skinned friend. The hairless human continually checked his map as he trekked, he refused to let the same mistakes ruin him again, so he double and triple checked every movement he made, guessing at his distance the best he could. Most of the danger zone ringed the shore, but a few nasty ones had popped up in the center.

Yamu knew he could have run from shore to shore, but there could always be another fight and he was going to be ready for it. He had bounced back from his post-Kaioken crash, but if he wanted to continue dueling two enemies at once, he would need all of his strength.

Without warning the Arlian Guardian heard the slide of a gun cock behind him. Yamu stopped, his hands tightening around the base of Kari. ?Hey?let?s not do anything crazy?no reason for us to kill each other when there is so much we could kill together.? He bargained with the unseen shooter as his mind raced, plotting how he could turn and strike before he could be filled full of holes. ?What do ya say??

?Y-Yamu?? the gun bearer said in a weak voice.

The veiny titan spun and saw Jeice, one hand on his gun the other clutching the spike that ran him through. ?Holy shit!? As the white haired warrior tipped forward Yamu blurred and caught him before he could hit, softly lowering him to the ground on his side not wanting the spike to press against the ground. ?It?s gonna be fine man, were gonna be good?? the ebony eyed Earthling was a little in shock himself, he had seen death, he was fine with death, dying was still something that could shake him though. Jeice?s eyes began to roll into his head, ?Don?t do that Jeice?don?t do that. Talk to me?talk to me. I saw you kill that guy?ran him through with your mirror, gutted him like a fish. Tell me about it.?

?I did di-didn?t I? You saw that Yamu??

?Yeah..yeah I did.? The human had to clean the sweat off his forehead, he had run clear across the island and stayed relatively dry, but now rivers of salt water stung his eyes. ?You got him good. You had always complained about that mirror and look what it did for you.?

?I got?I got the gun now.? His slender red fingers clutched the weapon close to himself. ?S-someone is going to get killed with it. Bulma and Paragus would want that??

Yamu was used to killing, not healing. His hands were meant to make fists, not treat injuries. He already had the medkit out as his hands rested on both sides of the spike. ?I?m gonna tell you something Jeice?I think that gun might be cursed. You?re probably better off with the mirror.? Jeice laughed but when he did, a small trickled of blood coughed up with it. ?No, no, no. We?re gonna DO THIS, Jeice. Stick with me!? He patted Jeice heads, the fighter?s own blood staining his pristine alabaster hair.

?Yamu?Yamu?save the medkit. You?? a second trickle of blood mirrored the first down his cheek. ?You go win. Save it?? Another cough, ?You need it more??

?No, Jeice, no. I?m not gonna do this alone, not if I don?t have to. Now stick with me, just keep talking.?

?I-I f-feel cold??

?Fight it! Just a little more?? Yamu began to panic?he had no idea what came next. Killing people was what he did and he did it well. Treating the wounds he inflicted had never been his problem.

?Just save it?Yamu??

?Paragus would kill me. Now c?mon?we?re gonna do this n three, Jeice, on three, one-? Before the red alien could tense up, Yamu jerked the spike clean out and blood just started hemorrhaging from both sides of the prone fighter. ?FUCK! Jeice! JEICE!? With clumsy fingers Yamu used everything he could find in the medkit to stop the bleeding and close the wound.

Yamu stayed kneeling there doing whatever he could to keep his last living companion just that, living.

OOC: Last Medkit used to bring Jeice down from ?Insane?.