06-03-2007, 07:27 AM
Super Buu had wandered off into a nearby grove in search of more materials with which to build a better crutch. The android knew he should have gone with the crippled monster, but Seventeen had to deal with some of his own situations before he could schism his concentration wit the affairs of others. With a feeble grunt, the machine-hybrid fell to his knees and glared at the tree that loomed over his matted, unkempt head of hair.
If the cyborg wanted to survive, then he would have to find some means of quelling the blood lose. Because even though quite a bit of it had stopped, Seventeen was still hemorrhaging a fatal amount of the fluid. With a childlike whimper, the android placed his mangled right hand on the trunk of the tree. Staring up at the branches and leaves suspended several feet in the air, the raven-haired warrior crafted ki saber in his left hand.
Whipping his arm around with all the might he could garner, the cybernetic warrior clenched his reddened eyes shut and tightened his grip on the energy-based weapon as he pulled it through the trunk of his target. After a few minutes, the android opened his eyes and realized that he had failed to slice through the entire width of the tree. The realization that a weapon that could easily rend flesh had been conquered by wood trigged fresh waves of misery and woe to cascade through the android?s weary form.
Letting the weapon diffuse into nothingness, the machine-hybrid retracted his hand and crafted an uncharacteristically unstable sphere of energy in his palm. Feigning a look of strength and determination, Seventeen chucked the call at the wound he had created in the tree and closed his eyes as the resulting explosion brought the entire plant to the ground.
?Yippee-ki-yay,? the cyborg mumbled as gritted his teeth together and pushed off the ground with the aid of the cane. Stumbling awkwardly, the android made his way across the fallen carcass until he arrived at the first series of branches. Falling once again to his knees, Seventeen began to fervently tear off the leaves. Once he had amassed a considerable pile, the cybernetic warrior tore the tattered remains of his stolen t-shirt off his body.
After crumpling the shirt up into a ball, the android reached into his survival bag and pulled out a leather-covered canteen. With a swift motion, Seventeen yanked off the stopper with his teeth and poured the contents onto the haphazard sphere of fabric. Once the container was empty, the machine-hybrid placed it in his mouth and bit down on the leather cover. Lifting the ball o? shirt up to his face, the corners of the android?s preoccupied mouth curled downward as he closed his eyes.
The things people do to survive? The machine-hybrid pondered as he tightened his grip on the cloth sphere. Then, the android grabbed the ball with his other hand as well and lifted it above his head. After another beat, Seventeen plunged the damp ball of fabric right into the grotesque wound in his abdomen.
The moment the shirt pushed through the hole, the android?s body shuddered, and he bit down on the canteen so hard that his teeth punctured down through the metal. Even as his teeth shattered from the pressure caused by the pain, Seventeen continued to push the shirt through the wound until it had filled the space completely.
Once the cloth was protruding out through the back of his penetrated abdomen, the android opened his eyes and spat out the ruined canteen. For a few moments, the machine-hybrid simply stared at the amalgamation of blood, spit, and teeth that had saturated the container. He then realized that there was a price to pay for survival, and he had just owned up to a little more of that cost.
Acting quickly and erratically, the android plucked up the oversized leaves and began to place them over both sides of the wound. Although the first few leaves managed to stick to his skin because of all the blood, Seventeen soon began to realize that he needed additional adhesive if he planned to have a somewhat effective bandage. Scoping out his surroundings, the android?s eyes eventually came to rest on the cane that Super Buu had forged for him.
?Desperate times,? Seventeen uttered incoherently?reaching out toward the cane with outstretched fingers and staring intently as it broke down into a liquid form. With a flick of his wrist, the raven-haired warrior summoned the fluid to him, and a moment later, he began to use it as an adhesive. Fresh screams filled the forest as steam began to billow up from the android?s rapidly charring flesh.
Despite the pain, the crude ore was successful in melding with the fabric, leaves, and Seventeen's flesh to end the bleeding and cover the wound. It sure as hell wasn?t the healthiest or most professional means to deal with injuries, but when one is thrown into the mouth of hell, he has to make due or die?and Seventeen for one was not ready to end his camping trip in the abyss.
If the cyborg wanted to survive, then he would have to find some means of quelling the blood lose. Because even though quite a bit of it had stopped, Seventeen was still hemorrhaging a fatal amount of the fluid. With a childlike whimper, the android placed his mangled right hand on the trunk of the tree. Staring up at the branches and leaves suspended several feet in the air, the raven-haired warrior crafted ki saber in his left hand.
Whipping his arm around with all the might he could garner, the cybernetic warrior clenched his reddened eyes shut and tightened his grip on the energy-based weapon as he pulled it through the trunk of his target. After a few minutes, the android opened his eyes and realized that he had failed to slice through the entire width of the tree. The realization that a weapon that could easily rend flesh had been conquered by wood trigged fresh waves of misery and woe to cascade through the android?s weary form.
Letting the weapon diffuse into nothingness, the machine-hybrid retracted his hand and crafted an uncharacteristically unstable sphere of energy in his palm. Feigning a look of strength and determination, Seventeen chucked the call at the wound he had created in the tree and closed his eyes as the resulting explosion brought the entire plant to the ground.
?Yippee-ki-yay,? the cyborg mumbled as gritted his teeth together and pushed off the ground with the aid of the cane. Stumbling awkwardly, the android made his way across the fallen carcass until he arrived at the first series of branches. Falling once again to his knees, Seventeen began to fervently tear off the leaves. Once he had amassed a considerable pile, the cybernetic warrior tore the tattered remains of his stolen t-shirt off his body.
After crumpling the shirt up into a ball, the android reached into his survival bag and pulled out a leather-covered canteen. With a swift motion, Seventeen yanked off the stopper with his teeth and poured the contents onto the haphazard sphere of fabric. Once the container was empty, the machine-hybrid placed it in his mouth and bit down on the leather cover. Lifting the ball o? shirt up to his face, the corners of the android?s preoccupied mouth curled downward as he closed his eyes.
The things people do to survive? The machine-hybrid pondered as he tightened his grip on the cloth sphere. Then, the android grabbed the ball with his other hand as well and lifted it above his head. After another beat, Seventeen plunged the damp ball of fabric right into the grotesque wound in his abdomen.
The moment the shirt pushed through the hole, the android?s body shuddered, and he bit down on the canteen so hard that his teeth punctured down through the metal. Even as his teeth shattered from the pressure caused by the pain, Seventeen continued to push the shirt through the wound until it had filled the space completely.
Once the cloth was protruding out through the back of his penetrated abdomen, the android opened his eyes and spat out the ruined canteen. For a few moments, the machine-hybrid simply stared at the amalgamation of blood, spit, and teeth that had saturated the container. He then realized that there was a price to pay for survival, and he had just owned up to a little more of that cost.
Acting quickly and erratically, the android plucked up the oversized leaves and began to place them over both sides of the wound. Although the first few leaves managed to stick to his skin because of all the blood, Seventeen soon began to realize that he needed additional adhesive if he planned to have a somewhat effective bandage. Scoping out his surroundings, the android?s eyes eventually came to rest on the cane that Super Buu had forged for him.
?Desperate times,? Seventeen uttered incoherently?reaching out toward the cane with outstretched fingers and staring intently as it broke down into a liquid form. With a flick of his wrist, the raven-haired warrior summoned the fluid to him, and a moment later, he began to use it as an adhesive. Fresh screams filled the forest as steam began to billow up from the android?s rapidly charring flesh.
Despite the pain, the crude ore was successful in melding with the fabric, leaves, and Seventeen's flesh to end the bleeding and cover the wound. It sure as hell wasn?t the healthiest or most professional means to deal with injuries, but when one is thrown into the mouth of hell, he has to make due or die?and Seventeen for one was not ready to end his camping trip in the abyss.
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