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05-23-2018, 09:41 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua wouldn't necessarily classify himself as being a medic. At least he wasn't on the same level that Jacob and Izuku were on at least. He knew almost little to nothing when it came to herbs. He had more of a human approach when it came to the likes of healing someone. He could use guaze and bandages and stitches to stop the bleeding and to be able to fix someone up. Which was more than enough that was needed in order to make sure that someone wasn't going to bleed to death. If needed, he could actually cauterize wounds, although that wasn't the best method one could use when it came to stopping the bleeding of someone. It could easily kill all healthy flesh and make it a slower healing process for the victim that had to go through something like that. Besides, he would have to charge himself up to even use his electrical elemental powers, something which he hadn't tried to practice just yet while Mike had come into the picture. The assassin himself got wounded quite often, but instead of it being by the likes of a clanner, it was more on the likes of his family and himself. The wounds that he created on himself primarily by accident, but there were times where he tried to experiment on something to see if something happened in the end. The wildcat had plenty of tools at his disposal to heal himself in a terrible situation. He was usually on the scene after Jacob or Izuku were called, and if they weren't there already Killua would make sure to at least get the injured animal into a stable condition so that he wouldn't have to worry about them dying on the border. Months ago, if he was stationed in the clans, and if someone was bleeding out he would have left them to die. Having the mentality that if they were going to die it was on the aspect that they were weak and nothing else. Killua was different now though and didn't want anyone else to die around him while he lived in Snowbound. Sounded like an easy job, but clans were full of surprises. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was drawn to them so much because he was tired of a repetitive lifestyle that his family wanted him to live.
Either way, Killua usually refused anyone's attempt to try and help with the wounds that he aquired. He was more than capable of treating himself and wasn't exactly fond of physical contact anyway. The assassin had his reasons of course, but he only one that could probably know of what he was going through was London, as that was his only friend that was inside the clan at the moment. The Snowstriker had been walking around the territory like he usually did. And now that he had someone following him all of the time, it was impossible for Killua to remain silent. When a 11ft tall Hellhound was walking around and following all of his movements, it made him basically a beacon. Yet, there was nothing he could do to drive the beast away, especially when the other was important to the family. It wasn't exactly easy creating hellhounds after all. The serval blended in well with the snow nonetheless, and his bandages were still wrapped around his right arm and his throat from where he had injured himself during his night terror. He flicked his short tail behind him when he noticed something that was skimming through the trees. What was that? Killua stopped for a moment, the Hellhound behind him stopping as well. He had to squint his eyes to figure out who's figure that was, and there were only two birds that lived in the clan after all. It was then he realized that it was Jewelia, hovering slightly above the ground. What was she doing? Killua didn't know about the task that she had been given, and if anyone had ever approached him with the need for herbs he could always conjure them. Not like he would know which herb they were talking about of course. "Oi Jewelia! What are you up to?" He was pretty sure that birds didn't fly all that low for a number of reasons so there had to be something. The assassin just hoped that he didn't spook her calling out to her from a distance, at least ten feet away from where she was and not even in the way of where she was head. He had to raise his voice a little bit just to make sure that the avian would be able to hear him. If anything, he was just curious what she was up to, as he currently wasn't up to anything and didn't have a task to fulfill. snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons [sub]template © olivan
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