It was my first time giving CPR for real. So much harder than it was in the class, on so many levels. I don’t know if it was the fat man’s powers, his weight, his armor, or some combination of the three, but it took incredible effort to actually fill his lungs. Just doing it made me want to gag.
I’d imagine it gets a lot harder once you do it on someone with lungs that are bigger than your own.
He’d vomited a little at some point, and though I’d wiped it away as best as I could when I was done checking his mouth for blockages, the taste lingered. The taste of salt water only accented that flavor, sort of the same way table salt did with a cooked meal.
Ew.
Strapping Lad down, CD-5. Intrepid down, CD-5.
Strapping Lad? Sounds like someone’s thinking highly of himself. 😛
Intrepid sounds familiar, though I don’t know if it’d because they’ve been mentioned before or because that’s a reasonably common word in reference to heroes.
I was aware of Narwhal stepping into the fray, in my peripheral vision. She raised her hands, manifesting a dozen forcefields like oversize crystal shards around her, then flicked them forward. Like guillotine blades, the forcefields raced toward Leviathan, faster than the eye could follow, sunk into his flesh. Those that glanced off stopped mid-air to turn around, edges against his body, getting in the way of his legs moving.
Huh, interesting. I wasn’t expecting forcefields to be physical enough to “glance off”.
Although I suppose if they’re physical enough to cut people, that just makes sense. It’s just… I’m not used to forcefields obeying physics to any notable extent.
Also? Getting closer.
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