[Arc] The Mad Dog's Wish

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As Castor lied face first against the ground, systematically, he’d begin to zap the parade of thugs. Disarming them with a sharp voltage along the floor, until the only one who’d been left standing would be the enemy who attacked Victor. As the Three Eyed rolled over to peep at Cisco’s condition, Grace had already shuffled across to take care of the elderly gentleman.

The woman’s hands began to work swiftly, it wasn’t her first time at the rodeo. Securing all the supplies she’d need from the supply cabinet, Grace began to clean Cisco’s wounds, wiping the gashes across his body with a disinfectant. Applying ointment from her own personal pouch, bandaging was the next step in her procedure.

For the first time since entering the room, Victor and Grace’s eyes met.

“You’re not going to take me out too?”Grace inquired.

“Whatever do you mean?” Castor answered smartly, keeping a devilish grin on his face.

“The only other person capable of taking them out in this room is you. After all, I’ve already assessed the ‘good’ doctors abilities.” Grace stated.

“How do you find them so far?” Castor bantered.

“Ha. Too soon. I’m a lady of good principles. I don’t kiss on the first date and tell anyway.” Grace responded smirking, as she tended to the man’s wounds.

“This man’s life is in critical condition. Aside from more recent injuries… The disease he suffers from is a bit unique. It’s called Amber Lead Syndrome.” Grace explained.

“Can his life be saved?” Castor inquired.

“Perhaps. That’s all up to him. However, even if he’s cured… He might not have much time to live.” Grace stated.

“I see.” Castor stated sitting up.

“Luckily. There is a cure for Amber Lead in these times. However. It’d all depends on if the hospital has an abundance of a particular herb and, how skilled the operating doctor operating is.” Grace concluded.

"Chances of survival?" Castor inquired sternly.

Pausing a bit to honestly ponder the probability, "Hard to say for certain but with his age and current condition... About 10%." Grace concluded, finishing up her bandaging.

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Gashi Gashi Gashi Gashi

Breaking out into laughter, Castor nursed his wounds as he rose to his feet, clutching his damaged shoulder. “You should let me tend to your wounds next.” Grace insisted. “I’ll be fine. Once he survives, I’ll let you do whatever you want with me.” Castor responded. Smiling perversely, “Oh boy. You don’t want to make those kind of promises to a woman like myself.” Grace stated running her hands along Castor’s hakama, leading up to his chest. With a blank expression, Castor simply looked at the woman confused at her rebuttal.

Just in time to avert an awkward pause, Victor gave them a heads up that he was about to release one of his toys into the fray. Scooping up Cisco and tossing Grace over his good shoulder, the shorty darted out of the room, transforming his feet into lightning to avoid the looming gas. However, the hallway had attracted quite the crowd, and with Castor’s wanted poster practically hoisted across Vana, the onlookers scampered in fear at the man’s face.

Pouting, “Rude. Seeing someone’s face and running away like that.” Castor exclaimed genuinely annoyed. “I knew you looked familiar. Castor O. Nox. You’re the man who killed Vana’s Hero – Blitz. Looks like I’ve found myself in the care of some dangerous men.” Grace stated. “Humph. I didn’t know you were in our care.” Castor responded grinning. Dropping to his knees, the blood lost had become taxing on Castor’s system overall. His usual strength was beginning to diminish, and as he’d wait for Victor finish up skirmish with the damsel’s attacker.

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The security within the hospital had called Castle Vert for additional backup. Once reinforcements were on the way, they’d seal off the hallways surrounding the section of the hospital that Castor was seen in. Finally, Victor had finished his scuffle and exited the room after a loud explosion vibrated outward. Resting the edge of his blade against Victor’s gut, before all the guards present, Castor began to weave the dialogue to match the scenario.

Ignoring his wincing body’s cries, Castor assumed his usual intimidating upright stance, pulsating his third eye menacingly. “Don’t move human!” Castor shouted angrily. “As of now… You and this nurse here are my hostages. Until Victor saves The Mad Dog of Vana’s life, I’ll kill anyone who enters this hospital. That’s the only way I can secure my nakama’s life!” Castor shouted.

“The Mad Dog of Vana and The Nox Pirates... That old coot’s really lost it. To join up with those murderers—” one of the guards whispered to the next, before Castor’s extended electrified finger left a burrow in his forehead. Whatever remnants of courage the security possessed now faded, within seconds every security guard in the radius retreated from the walking calamity that was Castor.

Assuring no additional ears were present, after about five minutes, Castor would begin to speak. “I don’t have much time Vic. From the sounds of things this building is about to be boxed in by Vana’s entire army. I’m going to buy you some time. Save the old man’s life. It’s time for Castor O. Nox to kidnap the Masked Knight.” Castor stated grinning, coughing up blood. “Just give me something to numb the pain… and bandage up my shoulder.” Castor stated.

“With those injuries… That’s suicide.” Grace stated.

“My whole life is a gamble. I’m not supposed to be alive but here we are. Might as well spend the time living it up.” Castor stated, tossing Cisco into Grace’s care.

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Once Castor had been patched up by the Mad Doctor, the imp clutched onto the neck plate of his former favorite suit of armor. Dragging the stunt double within it’s contents, after about twenty minutes, the Pirate Captain had made it to the main entrance of the hospital. Exiting it’s doors, as far as his eyes could see, guards armed with arrows, swords and shields created a military styled formation, blocking off all escape routes, even the option of circling back into the hospital walls.

Tossing the Knight onto the ground in front of him and aligning his blade along his neck, a sickening smile befell Castor’s face. Stepping from behind, the perimeter to its helm would be Sir Gryphon, Vana’s Most Powerful Hero, a man revered as the strongest of all in Ouroboros – an elite guard of Knights sworn to protect the Montblanc’s.

“Before you is the Masked Knight Bastion. He’s a little drugged out right now. So he can’t speak. If any of you move even a single inch, I’ll cut his throat.” Castor announced.

“Oh? Go ahead. Be my guest. He’s not a Knight of Vana so I have no interest in his survival. I’ll inform Lord Waldon that one of his dogs died.” Gryphon stated. Cutting the man’s throat, blood oozed from his jugular beneath Castor’s straw slippers.

“Okay. Plan B. I’ll kill all of you.” Castor declared smirking.

“That was quick! I just don’t get you!” another voice from the chimed in from his flank. Before him was the purple haired bob cut knight, the man who went by the name of Circus. “Why attack the hicks and now Vana? What’s your end goal in all of this?” Circus inquired in a calm and monotone voice.

Stopping himself from questioning the man’s train of thought, he’d digress into the mission given to him by Gryphon.

“I’ll leave him to you boss. I’ll go to take out Cisco. Finally, I have an excuse to kill that traitor. First Jules and now him, anyone connected to that woman is cursed.” Circus declared yawning shortly afterwards.

“I won’t sully my sword on this fool. He’s still injured. I’ll let my men handle him. Elemental Abilities or not... It’s five hundred versus one.” Gryphon announced grinning.

END OF THREAD ONE – TO BE CONTINUED