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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2009 2:11 pm
Round 4, complete.
Esouna didn't need as much attention as before, because neither combatant in her fight had actually drawn blood. Still, the nurses and doctors examined her sternum, since it had a received a good whack by Jurie's gauntlets. They said something about a 'hairline fracture', but the fairy wasn't paying nuch attention--resting took priority, which meant being close-to-sleeping-but-not-really.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2009 6:18 pm
Knock.... Knock.... Knock...
A soft groan emitted from his lips as he forced himself to roll over in his bed at the infirmary. "Who the ******** is it now?" he questioned himself in a half angry half tired tone. The doctors had told him he had gotten pretty banged up in his match with Omi, not that it was to be unexpected. What they didn't expect was to see Omi, brought into the building on a separate stretcher in even worse shape than he. Many were expecting the semi finalist of last years tournament to breeze through the fourth round just like he did with the previous three. The spectators had thought Vash was nothing more than a simple boxers with a flashy weapons.... Well, you know what they say about assumptions. "If your not a doctor go away," Vash managed to say through the pain. He really didnt want to see anyone other than the damn white mages but it seemed they were just as busy with Damon and Deitric as they were with him and Omi.
BAM!!! BAM!!!! BA--
The door broke from its hinges, a large boot obviously the culprit, as a two walked into the room. "Awe hell no..." Vash muttered this under his breath as he rolled his eyes around in his head. They didn't actually come all the way here... Were they even allowed to be in here? "VASH!!!" The smallest one exclaimed loudly before jumping onto the bed, bouncing around with little care as to what she was jumping on. "KA-NA-MI GET.....THE.... HELL.... OFF.... MY.... BED!" Every word came with a bit of exasperation, one of them coming in a pained gasp as the young female landed upon his chest from one of his miss guided jumps. Luckily for him, the brace was pretty sturdy. "Stop it Kanami, Vash isn't in the best condition right now," said the young man who walked in with the girl as he scooped her into his arms. "Ahem.." Vash, cleared his throat as he turned his eyes to the window. "So shes in elementary school now? That uniform looks nice." Vash said without looking at the two. "Why are you here James"
A smug laugh left the lips of the young man before he sat on the chair beside the bed. "I came to see if you actually looked as bad as the tv showed. Obviously it wasn't and exageration." He laughed at his last comment before slapping Vash's right arm. "It doesn't hurt much now does it?" Vash turned to look at James, his eyes burning bright with anger with a malevolent smile upon his lips. "Of course not," he replied as he wiggled the fingers of his right hand. "Just a few broken ribs on the right side, nothing serious. Oh and internal bleeding from where I had a bone in my lungs and a few other not so important organs, so yeah I'm just great. As a matter of fact come over a little closer so I can show you how well I am."
James continued to laugh as he stood to his feet, picking Kanami up into his arms. "Ill pass. You did well brother. We will see soon if you make it to the next round. Next wear our gang's logo for good luck. Cya." With a gust they both vanished as a sad small hand waved goodbye. "Jeez, why did we choose an air head like him for our leader ill never understand," Vash muttered to himself before laying eyes upon the downed door. "Awe damn. How the hell do I explain that?
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 10:12 am
Signboard [ Infirmary Status Board] Hello potential patients and fighters alike! Broken arm? "..Sarcastic piece of s**t-" Into the front entrance of the infirmary stepped Round V fighter [Omi Barsait, practically growling with how bared his teeth were- eyes livid with a mixture of frustration, disbelief, and impatience. As it turned out, since he could move post-his clash with Snow, there was no deemed need to remove him from the ring with assistance. In other words..
There he was just as he'd been from the match, right shoulder torn asunder and his entire arm bleeding profusely, holding his two gauntlets by the pinky-holes limply in the left hand. Weaker still from walking while bleeding, much less the fact the adrenaline long ago stopped pumping and he was now absorbed in the pain his body screamed every metaphorical profanity towards- Barsait dropped the gauntlets, red blood dripping in a waved-shape onto the pristine white floor. Clearing his throat, the long-haired fighter posed the question: "Oi', someone mind taking a look at this? Maybe sewing it up or wiggling their fingers and channeling the arcane into it, I'm really not too damned picky - but the room's starting to spin."
He figured just in case his worthy opponent Snow had won the match, it'd been wise to get treated before he was no longer a fighter- and if Omi had won..
..not having an entire limb operate was out of the question, in this competition.
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