#scyfy

This is my rip off Star Fox character Quasar Coyote! Used Calilum on Instagram for reference.

Mart was on the ground processing the last fractions of second. Yes he understand, he was running to help the poor women wich seemed to saw him and yelped. Then a bipedal, humanoid, absolutely white with no facial or gender features and wings appeared out of thin air to punch the living daylight out of him with golden brass knuckles. It totally made sense.

He tasted his own blood flowing from his nose with the tip of his tongue.

NO BACTERIAL, VIRAL AND POISON DETECTED.

At least it was that.

Having his tongue already out, he tasted the smell of the creatures who had already disapeared. He could detect the same scent on, no, in the very flagrance of the mutilated woman who was currently curled up in the arms of Marcel.

"... Je crois qu'il a voulu t'aider... tu avoueras que ton installation ressemble beaucoup a de la torture... et puis mince, regarde le, il se redresse déjà! Il est pas si fragile!" Was saying the bald man in an incredibly soft tone.

Chris was already up on his feets. He licked the blood over his lips a last time as the bleeding was steadily stopping. No great damages was done, nothing he couldn't heal.

"Tu vas bien jeunot!?" Friendly yelled Marcel in a jokingly tone while pointing his thumb up.

Atlast something the traveler could understand. He pointed his thumbs up to confirm he was unharmed.

The woman was crying through the implants who was in place of her eyes. She let go of the old cyborg and ran up to Mart, touching his face in search of injuries. She seemed surprised to found nothing.

"Heureuses que tu n'ais rien mon enfant, je suis vraiment désolée de ce qui est arrivé, j'ai cru qu'on m'attaquait sur l'instant... vraiment je suis confuse."

He could feel the apologies in her voice and the expertise in the movement of her hands, touching his neck, atlas, skull and even spine. She frowned but said nothing.

"Hum... comme je te disais Mart, Georgette remplit à la fois le poste de cartographe, d'éclaireur... enfin éclaireuse dans son cas et de médecin, au moindre bobo, va la voir." Said Marcel, reminding Mart that he was here.

The woman finally stepped away from the man she thought she had injured, her head lightly tilt. She tapped discretly in her palm. Well not enough for Mart to not witness it. He thought nothing of it. He was already grabbed by Marcel who was already talking loudly again, dragging him out of the room.

END OF CHAPTER 4

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