Tsuchigakure Gates
Jun 8, 2011 0:30:00 GMT -8
Post by Exar Kun on Jun 8, 2011 0:30:00 GMT -8
In a word: no. To an animal bred for the war, such a telegraphed attack was far from beyond dodging.
The animal did not even break stride as it leaped over the clone's slash and kept going, clearing the gate perimeter in record time. In moments it was gone, following the wounded man's scent to wherever it might lead.
[Dog Exit]
Kaye recognized the burns across his face, and the damage to his armor. The attack had been electrical in nature, and had been powerful to blacken his skin and melt his clothing. A small presence in the back of her head questioned her ability to treat him on the field. If the man was as wounded as she assumed, his treatment would most likely be beyond her. She was a combat medic, not a miracle worker! All the same, her sense of duty kept her rooted the spot at the man's side. She was jittery, but her resolve was strong.
Moving nervously but with a purpose, the medicae drew a kunai and cut away the bindings holding the upper chest plate of the man's body armor and stripped it off of him, revealing his semi-burned away under-garment. It was bad, she thought to herself as she examined his wounds. There was no doubt that he was dying. The intensity of the shock meant that many of his organs were probably damaged. He'd be suffering from internal bleeding, and his heart would most probably be in the process of undergoing atrial fibrillation, if it hadn't already stopped.
Kaye pressed her index and middle finger to the side of the man's neck, and knelt down to put her ear against his chest. His heart was still beating, though faintly, but the rate was erratic, horribly erratic. His heart was indeed fibrillating, and coupled with the internal damage it would most likely fail in moments.
Urgency giving a false confidence to her psyche, Kaye formed handseals and pressed her hands to the man's chest, intending to pump some anesthesia into his system. As she prepared to focus the chakra from her hands to his body, though, she had a change of heart and pulled away. There wasn't time for anesthesia, not to inject enough to make a difference. For now he would have to simply deal with the shocking treatment like a man. Though, speaking of shock...
Almost for pure sake of proving her point, the man's body shuddered violently, then stopped moving completely. His chest stopped rising and falling, his eyes stopped moving beneath his eyelids, and his brain stopped sending electrical impulses to the frayed nerves in his hands that made them twitch of their own volition. His heart had stopped, and he was clinically dead.
"Fuck!"
Kaye was sweating now, but instinct was beginning to kick in, and emotionally she wasn't really feeling anything at all. Her hands came together once again and folded repeatedly in the shapes of various handseals. Her hands glowing with a luminescent blue outline, she began to knead her palms into the man's chest, using her anatomical knowledge to focus the healing chakra into his damaged organs. She couldn't be sure which ones were damaged to the point of shut down, but time did not allow her to be picky and find out. A man could survive for several minutes without oxygen, but the name of the game was to prevent as much brain damage as possible, and the longer it would take to bring the man's heart back, the more damage he would sustain.
As she worked the chakra into him, she could feel it performing its magic. New cells were created from nothing at a prodigious rate, healing the burned out hole in his collapsed lung. The chakra staunched the flow of blood from his kidneys, lungs, heart, liver and stomach lining. Kaye moved her hands slightly, and the chakra traveled through his circulatory system, repairing the thousands of microscopic burns that lined it.
While her healing hands technique was not mastered enough to allow her to heal he terrible wounds fully, Kaye was skilled enough in the art to work on a grand scale. From his nervous system to his respiratory system and beyond, the medic discharged her chakra through his body. As she worked, though focused on the job at hand, something she had thought of earlier was nagging at the back of her mind.
Now at the point of no return, Kaye decided to try and provide a jump start to the man's heart. She focused chakra to her stinging hands and placed them both right where the heart would be, under the skin. She counted under her breathe, and with a flex of the hand, an electrical shock traveled instantly from her body to his heart, surprising his nervous system and making him jump slightly.
Kaye pressed her head to his chest and listened. Nothing. Again. Jump. Listen. Nothing. Again. High-pitched whining sound, phup! Jump. Listen. Nothing. Again. Jump. Nothing. Again...
For over a minute. And then, a high-pitched whining sound, a phup!. A cough.
His eyes fluttered and his chest rose. Her ear to his chest provided the proof that his heart was beating. For a full minute and a half, the man had been clinically dead. Now he was alive. Not even close to being fine, but stable, and alive.
The sobriety of the situation beginning to recede, Kaye sighed and sank down to her knees, allowing her ankles to give out from under her. Her hands were tingling at her side from all the chakra that had moved through them in such a short time. She looked upward at the sky and closed her eyes, and a hand wiped away the sweat soaked blonde bangs that plastered her forehead.
"They didn't pay her enough for this."
She glanced down at the man.
He was shaking violently, practically convulsing. His eyes had rolled up past his eyelids, giving him a possessed look. He was in shock.
..."Fawck!"
It had been eating away at her, slowly taking little nibbles at a time from the depths of her subconscious. Something Kaye had forgotten to take into consideration. After the intense pain of the initial attack, it was almost textbook for the man to go into shock. If he hadn't then, then he certainly would have upon waking up from death, to the feeling of having every gland, every nerve, every fiber of his being feel like it had been lit on fire.
At the stage he was in, most of her usual tricks wouldn't cut it. The soft speech, the words of encouragement or the defibrillator shock. None of that would be helpful. But she had to do something; his heart couldn't take the stress while it was still weak, so Kaye did the only thing she could think of.
She slapped him. An open palmed slap.
"Don't die." She said simply, and slapped him again.
"You'd better not die-" Slap.
"Or else-" Slap.
"I'm gonna kick your ass!" Another slap.
She raised her hand, prepping for another strike, and noticed that he was no longer shaking. Color returned to his face and his chest moved. Had she done it?
"If you're not dying horribly from shock, nod your head."
The animal did not even break stride as it leaped over the clone's slash and kept going, clearing the gate perimeter in record time. In moments it was gone, following the wounded man's scent to wherever it might lead.
[Dog Exit]
Kaye recognized the burns across his face, and the damage to his armor. The attack had been electrical in nature, and had been powerful to blacken his skin and melt his clothing. A small presence in the back of her head questioned her ability to treat him on the field. If the man was as wounded as she assumed, his treatment would most likely be beyond her. She was a combat medic, not a miracle worker! All the same, her sense of duty kept her rooted the spot at the man's side. She was jittery, but her resolve was strong.
Moving nervously but with a purpose, the medicae drew a kunai and cut away the bindings holding the upper chest plate of the man's body armor and stripped it off of him, revealing his semi-burned away under-garment. It was bad, she thought to herself as she examined his wounds. There was no doubt that he was dying. The intensity of the shock meant that many of his organs were probably damaged. He'd be suffering from internal bleeding, and his heart would most probably be in the process of undergoing atrial fibrillation, if it hadn't already stopped.
Kaye pressed her index and middle finger to the side of the man's neck, and knelt down to put her ear against his chest. His heart was still beating, though faintly, but the rate was erratic, horribly erratic. His heart was indeed fibrillating, and coupled with the internal damage it would most likely fail in moments.
Urgency giving a false confidence to her psyche, Kaye formed handseals and pressed her hands to the man's chest, intending to pump some anesthesia into his system. As she prepared to focus the chakra from her hands to his body, though, she had a change of heart and pulled away. There wasn't time for anesthesia, not to inject enough to make a difference. For now he would have to simply deal with the shocking treatment like a man. Though, speaking of shock...
Almost for pure sake of proving her point, the man's body shuddered violently, then stopped moving completely. His chest stopped rising and falling, his eyes stopped moving beneath his eyelids, and his brain stopped sending electrical impulses to the frayed nerves in his hands that made them twitch of their own volition. His heart had stopped, and he was clinically dead.
"Fuck!"
Kaye was sweating now, but instinct was beginning to kick in, and emotionally she wasn't really feeling anything at all. Her hands came together once again and folded repeatedly in the shapes of various handseals. Her hands glowing with a luminescent blue outline, she began to knead her palms into the man's chest, using her anatomical knowledge to focus the healing chakra into his damaged organs. She couldn't be sure which ones were damaged to the point of shut down, but time did not allow her to be picky and find out. A man could survive for several minutes without oxygen, but the name of the game was to prevent as much brain damage as possible, and the longer it would take to bring the man's heart back, the more damage he would sustain.
As she worked the chakra into him, she could feel it performing its magic. New cells were created from nothing at a prodigious rate, healing the burned out hole in his collapsed lung. The chakra staunched the flow of blood from his kidneys, lungs, heart, liver and stomach lining. Kaye moved her hands slightly, and the chakra traveled through his circulatory system, repairing the thousands of microscopic burns that lined it.
While her healing hands technique was not mastered enough to allow her to heal he terrible wounds fully, Kaye was skilled enough in the art to work on a grand scale. From his nervous system to his respiratory system and beyond, the medic discharged her chakra through his body. As she worked, though focused on the job at hand, something she had thought of earlier was nagging at the back of her mind.
Now at the point of no return, Kaye decided to try and provide a jump start to the man's heart. She focused chakra to her stinging hands and placed them both right where the heart would be, under the skin. She counted under her breathe, and with a flex of the hand, an electrical shock traveled instantly from her body to his heart, surprising his nervous system and making him jump slightly.
Kaye pressed her head to his chest and listened. Nothing. Again. Jump. Listen. Nothing. Again. High-pitched whining sound, phup! Jump. Listen. Nothing. Again. Jump. Nothing. Again...
For over a minute. And then, a high-pitched whining sound, a phup!. A cough.
His eyes fluttered and his chest rose. Her ear to his chest provided the proof that his heart was beating. For a full minute and a half, the man had been clinically dead. Now he was alive. Not even close to being fine, but stable, and alive.
The sobriety of the situation beginning to recede, Kaye sighed and sank down to her knees, allowing her ankles to give out from under her. Her hands were tingling at her side from all the chakra that had moved through them in such a short time. She looked upward at the sky and closed her eyes, and a hand wiped away the sweat soaked blonde bangs that plastered her forehead.
"They didn't pay her enough for this."
She glanced down at the man.
He was shaking violently, practically convulsing. His eyes had rolled up past his eyelids, giving him a possessed look. He was in shock.
..."Fawck!"
It had been eating away at her, slowly taking little nibbles at a time from the depths of her subconscious. Something Kaye had forgotten to take into consideration. After the intense pain of the initial attack, it was almost textbook for the man to go into shock. If he hadn't then, then he certainly would have upon waking up from death, to the feeling of having every gland, every nerve, every fiber of his being feel like it had been lit on fire.
At the stage he was in, most of her usual tricks wouldn't cut it. The soft speech, the words of encouragement or the defibrillator shock. None of that would be helpful. But she had to do something; his heart couldn't take the stress while it was still weak, so Kaye did the only thing she could think of.
She slapped him. An open palmed slap.
"Don't die." She said simply, and slapped him again.
"You'd better not die-" Slap.
"Or else-" Slap.
"I'm gonna kick your ass!" Another slap.
She raised her hand, prepping for another strike, and noticed that he was no longer shaking. Color returned to his face and his chest moved. Had she done it?
"If you're not dying horribly from shock, nod your head."
