1st Reaction ☄ Action; Video;

[vicmegane]

Action;

[When Mao wakes up, he's barely bothered enough by the fact he's in a strange place. After all, he tends to play his games for hundreds of hours until he passes out from exhaustion and is often disoriented when it happens. However, when he turns over to grab his PSP Slaystaion(R)Portable where its place on his bed and doesn't feel it he opens his eyes and is met with his usual blurred vision. His glasses are in his jacket and he puts them on after rubbing his hands through his hair. They're thick and round and everyone should make fun of him. He finds the phone in his pocket while looking for his Slaystation(R)Portable but doesn't care about it until he finds the other device a few feet away. Luckily, the battery is still charged. Once he's familiar with the phone he storms out of the Bay.]

Hello?! What the heck!

Video;

[Mao finally turns to his phone, and accesses the network pretty easily. He sneers down at the screen.]

Who thought it was funny to take my Slaystation charger?! [WHEEZE] I'll kill you!

Where is this place anyway?! Geof--- [No, not Geoffrey. He can't call on him anymore.] Someone get over here right now!

{Reminder to look at Mao's Permissions Post here!}

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Re: <3

[notsoholyspirit]

[Very literslly: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON. There was no question that Spirit could at the least overpower the kid. Maybe.

Most likely.]

Get away from me!

[There is less menace in his voice and more panic. The glint of the scalpel is striking the fear of Death in him.

But he swings one bladed arm at the boy's at least somewhat more threatening surgical saw, and brings his other arm to go at the wrist holding the scalpel.

No vivisection without a serious fight, as far as the Death Scythe is concerned.]

[vicmegane]

[Spirit gets a cut in on his wrist, but Mao is too quick for any real damage. He leaps back, wheezing a little and grinning still. There's nothing a demon likes better than a fight!]

You're fast... mehuhauhaha... But I'm faster!

[He lunged forward, turning on the saw with a loud whirring buzz, and aim right for Spirit's sternum.]

fighting is hard

[notsoholyspirit]

[The phrase 'thank goodness for small miracles' comes to mind uninvited as the spinning drill bit of the surgical saw becomes tangled in his tie. It shreds the fabric instantly and winds up dangerously close to his neck, the blade slicing neatly into the flesh above his clavicle--better than his sternum. Marginally.

He yelps, one hand transforming back to flesh and bone to press against the cut. His free hand transformed fully into a scythe blade up to his shoulder even as he pulled away from Mao. This time, he swings wildly at the arm holding the saw (forget the scalpel), his aim entirely on the thin and sensitive skin at Mao's wrist. There would be no crisis averted until there was, at least, no bone saw.]

nerd fight

[vicmegane]

[The cut to Spirit's clavicle isn't very deep, but when his blade connects with Mao's arm it is. It nearly slices through his wrist and makes him drop his saw entirely, crying out in pain as he's pushed back onto his ass finally. His hand's basically hanging off his forearm and he's bleeding pretty profusely. What color is demon blood? It almost has a green tiny to it? Amazing.]

[Still, he just pushes his wrist back together and waits for it to start healing, grumbling.]

How'd that cut nearly half my HP...?

woooop

[notsoholyspirit]

[Ew gross.]

Because I have years of experience on you!

[Shallow the cut may be but he is dreading--dreading!--having to ask for help talking care of it. Maka is going to kill him.

He huffs. Though he didn't like the idea of leaving someone injured he also didn't want to become the kid's science experiment and begins to stalk off. ]