Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-29458028-20140909111922

Francois walked over to the still writhing man from the future and broke his neck with an throat punch. He slipped a composite/ebony combat knife out of it's sheathe and then walked over. Years of experience cutting bullets out of comrades didn't quite make him a surgeon, though.

Francois blasted the knife with electricity, before electrifying his palms, to enusre both were sterile. He placed the knife into Claire's wound and said "this might sting a little. Well, if you scream, my hand might slip. Hope you know restoration, or we might have trouble patching you up. Your lungs don't look perforated."

Francois gave Claire one last look and began to cut...