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Staring down at the limp body of the man before him the surgeon smirked. Although there had been distinct lines put up around them; once which shouldn’t be crossed at any time, there had always remained that little voice in the back of his head, the one which urged him to let bygones be bygones when it came to something medical.

He glanced along his frame, slowly crouching down so that he was hovering just alongside of him. A shake of his head was given, while that smirk, as cocky as ever remained upon his face. “You really bit off something you couldn’t chew this time, huh Gladius?” He wasn’t expecting any responses, and likely would just ignore any thrown his way. Easing an arm forward he pressed his fingers against the exposed neck of the man, feeling for a pulse. Good, there still had been one.

Now it did take a  lot of consideration, but the man gradually reached down to try and pull the other one into his grip, balancing him over his shoulder. This would of course be a lot more easier if he wasn’t dragging around a passed out and limped body, but hey it needed to be done. Perhaps it had been due to past ties which had urged him as strongly as it did to allow this man to live another day. “No one dies when I have something to do with it…” A mutter was given beneath his breathe. It had been completely different if he were the one to kill, but anyone laying around half alive was his responsibility to revive and nurse back to health.

During the course of his lifetime he’s been compared to being a monster; but he wasn’t the worst of them, it was merely scratching the surface of scum on a villainous iceberg  - understandable, due to his actions in the past and present. Yet he was still human, body made of flesh and blood. Refined over years of training and durable, but still killable. 

Bullets. He used it for ending multiple lives, shot from his firearm or his wrist device. This time however, it brought him down. How it happened, his mind can’t recall at the moment, but it knew his body wouldn’t be standing up afterwards.

Gladius was barely conscious, though he could feel himself being moved - moreso, dragged along. He found himself lacking strength on even opening his eyes. How badly had he been shot?

He halted abruptly, processing what the woman originally meant. 

❝ Insolence...❞  Gladius growled, anger biting at the word. The Rupture Human turned on his heel to face her, and plucked out the pistol that was hiding beneath his black trenchcoat and pointed it at the woman. He could feel his silver mass of hair bristling.

What a ridiculous assumption and a petty one - but Gladius usually ended up getting riled up about such insulting notions involving the Family; no matter the size and who dared to voice it.

@the-tigress-of-the-night

He could’ve ended the unique stranger then and there, distracted by the writhing bodies of the nuclear family that had been caught in the blast of his ability. But he had no reason to snuff her life out, for she was not in his way. Yet.

❝ I can already see that. ❞ Gladius said curtly, totally uninterested for the woman’s concern for the family. 

@akinagi​

Corazon wanted him to do…something? That was what Gladius assumed. Instead of communicating with notes or his usual sign language, the top executive offered him an onslaught of pokes. He could no longer withstand this. Its been an hour.

@allseeing-captain

Finally unable to bear the constant poking, he wrapped his hand tightly around the girl’s finger before it could reach the fabric of his coat.

@allseeing-captain​

He flexed his gloved fingers before using them to wave dismissively at the young girl. The pistol he used to utterly devastate his target’s torso and chest was still smoking, fresh from use.

❝ Perhaps they would’ve survived if you had bothered to raise your weapon before me.  Anyways, these men aren’t even worth space. ❞