Too heavy for me to lift, and I didn’t have first aid supplies. Fuck, I could have kicked myself for that.
Ah, shit.
Anything I did have – epipens, smelling salts – were probably spoiled by the water and the septic conditions. Not that they would have helped.
True. It’s not like Leviathan is making venomous bugs sting people. That’s Taylor’s domain, buster.
I looked up, looked around. Spotted what I needed. Someone was manifesting green fireballs in his hands, lobbing them at Leviathan, where they exploded violently.
The color green immediately makes me think of Eidolon, and some of the fanart had him manifesting green orbs of some sort in his hands (well within his established power set, which is “pretty much anything”), though it seems odd for Taylor to describe him as “someone”.
I rose, hurried to him, keeping low so I didn’t walk face first into anyone’s laser blasts or gunfire. “Your fire, is it radioactive? Is it anything special, extra dangerous?”
I don’t know why Taylor considers this what she needs. She’s lost me on this one.
He gave me a look, lobbed another fireball, “It’s fire, it combusts if I concentrate it.”
“Okay. Great. I need your help.”
He nodded.
Is she trying to use his fire medically? Scorch off the other half of the woman’s face so she’s at least kinda symmetrical?
I showed him the woman. “Blood loss is a problem. She needs the wound cauterized.”
Ahh, I see… I knew there was some medical use for heat, but I couldn’t remember what it was.
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