There really wasn’t anything like pain or paralyzing shock one would [ normally ] feel after a sectioning of nerves and sinews. All Raiden truly felt in this very moment was a sting, shallow and more superficial, something that barely resembled a sensible, inward alarm of physical hurt, artifically reproduced. It’s the kind of ‘information’ his body and internal nanomachines delivered  to let him know that something was off. Not that it’d really reduce his scale of  mobility, however. With merely one arm or leg left, he could still be a threat to just anybody if he’d so wish. Deadly, ultra precisely. Unswerving.

Not a single syllable left the bionic skin of his lips, attention solely bundled onto his mired clothes, dust soaking the surface. Wonderful.

      ❝ … ❞

[ I think I sprained it … Something like that. ]

She sighs at the sight, seemingly worried about his state. There was no way in hell he could hide a damaged part of his body from her professional eye.

❝You really shouldn’t just sit around. That wound is not going to heal all by itself.❞