Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-25924729-20160407080230

(When he says "My boss", he's actually talking about Estelle.)

Both boys stared off for a few moments longer, then slowly, Dalton resheathed his weapon, never shifting his attention off Amilanthior for even a moment. "Okay. I still don't trust you, but i've seen my fair share of thugs and liars, and you ain't one of them."

When he spoke again, his voice lost some of it's distrust "Flattered, but sadly no, I ain't a god or diety. What i am, however, is a guy who's seen enough stab wounds back in my mafia days, to learn how to fix em'." He bent over Zhu-li, placing a hand over the wound to assess it.

"Yep, she's dead, but organs are mostly intact, lucky you." When he removed the hand, dozens of painful looking glass shards bloomed from the wound, sealing it. A temporary measure, but good enough to keep her in shape until Dalton finished his job and they could reach a hospital.

He removed two tonfa from their holsters again and twisted a dial on each handle. A crackle of yellow electricity glowed on their tips, and he rubbed them together, almost like... defibrillators. His plan was slowly becoming clear to Amilanthior.

"And now for the hard part." he approached Amilanthior with the blood transfusion kit. "Human and faunus blood don't mix, but you ain't completely human either eh? Faunus mom? I checked Lyko's scroll, caught your little rant from the park." He jammed a needle into his arm, and connected it through the device to Zhu-li. "Thing is, you're in no shape for this kind of operation. Taking that much blood would probably kill ya', but she'd survive is what matters."

He bent over Zhu-li and raised the tonfa's over her chest. "It's your choice, you wanna follow through or not, just gimme the word."