Snippet #1198774

Issac begins to drift in and out of concious. He can feel someone lifting him up, then he hears Darna's voice in his ear and can't help but smile. As they move him his coat opens, and it reveals that his shirt is now soaked in blood. "Side effect, that's all...just need some bandages...maybe some painkillers..." He says with a small laugh before completely passing out.

When they get to the infermary the physician will find that all but the last of the several layers of the skin on his chest, shoulders, and upper arms, in patches. The bleeding will stop when these are covered, and while it is very painful it won't prove to be fatal. When he wakes up, maybe up to a few hours later, he'll be able to repair himself by transmuting medecines and such from the hospital wing, and he'll be sore, but good as knew. The other man will be fine as well.
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"Nice work Kross." Mustang says, stepping up near the winged man, hands at the ready to cast flames towards him. The men gather around, guns drawn and aimed for the kill zones of his body. "Now, I don't know who...or what you are, but I know you shouldn't be here, and that you stabbed, and probably killed one of my men. I won't let that stand."

"Ah, so, this is the famous Fuhrer..." the man says, his voice rough, as if deep with acent, though rather clear as well. "I was not to draw so much attention to myself...my masters will not be pleased." When he turns to face Mustang the dagger Kross holds to his throat slices his skin, but he just smiles, revealing two long canine fangs. "Mmm, blood. I'm part vampire bat, you know?" Clicking his fangs together a yellow light glows within his mouth, and the blood dripping from his neck is changed into electrical energy which flows into his body. But what's more, all the blood in the room, and there is alot more now, does the same, except it dissapates into the air, charging it, and a moment later it begins to rain inside the building.

"Men, get those documents out of here, now! We can't afford to lose anything!" Mustang calls out, and a few men nod and get to work, rushing to boxes and carrying them out as quickly as possible. "I don't know how you're master's may be, but I don't like them. Lieutenant Hawkeye, take him down." A blonde woman steps out from behind him with a smirk and raises her pistol, but as he shots, aimed perectly, miss their mark and nearly hit Kross.