04-02-2018, 12:34 AM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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Killua knew that there were plenty of different ways to kill other animals when one came across them. It didn't seem to the clans that it was extremely easy to kill anyone with the small powers that they had with them at the same time. He could simply conjure up a knife and stick it into someone's throat and that would be the end of that. When it came to studying the target that he was going to kill, Killua usually took several different factors into account before putting them into action. When he was just a kitten, he was forced to read textbook after textbook of anatomy and exactly where the vulnerable spots on a certain species would actually end up being. That was probably the most boring part of his training when he was younger, but it was also the most needed because he used the knowledge that he had gained from that to this very day. There would be times that he would brush himself up on his knowledge if he met a species that he wasn't really familiar with. He memorized things the easiest through repetition, like any other animal that was in existence at the moment. Repeating the same process over and over agian certainly made it stick. There were certain factors that Killua would also take into a factor on his method of killing others. Killua preferred to get his paws dirty, willing to do physical contact instead of poisoning something and waiting for them to die in the poison. That wasn't fun now was it? The younger male would have made sure that no matter what job he took he would find it riviting, as there was no other point to taking on a job if he didn't enjoy it while he had the chance. Back then he enjoyed the thought of taking the life from others. The satisfaction he had of taking someone's life from them. Over time though the same process began to dull over time and he didn't find it all that fun anymore after he saw the fun that he clanners ended up having and he alienated himself from having any sort of fun when he was on missions that could possibly distract him from his goal. Either way, he knew of some animals that weren't in the greatest health. They ate too much and had issues with their blood or even their organs had difficult working. Killua didn't go to the likes of a vet to get their medical records if he was going to kill someone, instead, he simply observed. Most animals were more than capable of smelling disease in a couple seconds, and so he would pay attention to the type of corruding scents that would stick to them and use that to his advantage. One of the mutations that Killua had to deal with that worked in his favor was Hemophilia. The body not wanting to clot its blood made it fairly easy on himself because he could deliver a near-fatal blow, and no matter what it was going to be fatal in the process as the blood would just continue to pour from the wound. Sure it would make the crime scene messy, but that was bound to happen with someone that had hemophilia. That was when he was an assassin though and everything seemed to work in his favor because he made it so. He wasn't about to leave any room for his plan to go wrong, because what kind of assassin would be then? He had a reputation to uphold as a Zoldyck. Meaning that he wasn't supposed to fail a mission and didn't end up failing it either.
The wildcat had a lot more experience than what clanners would honestly expect. The current body he lived in also helped on the factor that he was incredibly fast, especially for his size. He was decent when it came to keeping his stamina up, but even he had his limits here and there. His unhealthy diet also probably didn't help. Killua had an issue with his own blood, but it wasn't Hemophilia. Thanks to constantly having poison injected into his system when he was just a kitten, the antigens that his body created made it so that his blood was toxic to other animals. Making it so that his blood could technically be used as a weapon if he really wanted to. Killua had been watching the other's mannerisms from the distance that he was at. Sure he was further away from the snowbounders but he didn't think that was really going to matter in a situation like this one. The wildcat rolled eyes at whatever the female said, not believing for a second what she was really saying was really true. "You know that's bullshit at this point." Killua would state with a bitter tone as he addressed the female. His claws flexing onto the ledge that he was on, but evidently, he was right about her motives. He watched as the caracal rushed forward. He could have stopped if he could have used his teleportation, but his instincts told him not to use it around so many faces that were capable of remembering the powers that he had. The assassin cursed under his breath as he got up onto his paws and jumped down from the edge of the cliff that he had been on. The young male didn't notice how much blood was spilling from the female until he ended up stepping in it. A wound like that wouldn't be lethal in any means, especially so close to the camp after all. Killua's sapphire blue gaze looked down at his paws at the crimson liquid and noticed how large the puddle was growing. His eyes widened as his minds went through what seemed like calculations. What could be making her blood spill out so quickly? Two factors. Either the other's claws had been poisoned, or the other had hemophilia. Either way he could treat something like this. Killua turned his back to the typhoon member, as he didn't exactly want London to die.
She seemed nice even if it was a facade. "Okay, I need to lay down alright? And calm yourself, the more panicked you are the faster you'll bleed out." Killua ordered as he thought about exactly what he could do. The wound was obviously around her chest and neck, an issue because blood vessels were easily broken there. The assassin would raise one of his paws and conjure up several different sized patches of gauze and bandages. He needed to stop the bleeding. He didn't dare use his elemental powers to cauterize the wound, not like he could as he hadn't charged himself in a decently long time. Grabbing the thick layer of gauze, he would aim to push it against the female's wound. If that worked, the blood would seep into the medical supply. And Killua would aim to put enough gauze on her wound to where she wouldn't be at risk for bleeding to death. He would look back at London again. "I need you to push pressure on this, as much as you can no matter how much it hurts." Killua instructed firmly. He knew that he should be able to treat her, and he looked to Cry that was there. He, of course, didn't know her name, but the crow was also dealing with an injury so he expected her to help London while he dealt with a certain someone. The entire atmosphere around both him and Guru seemed to change dramatically. He made sure it didn't affect London in any way shape or form. The albino serval turned his body so that he would face the caracal, who he could easily outspeed thanks to the species difference. Killua's eyes weren't as bright as they once were. Instead, they were cold, calculating, and that of a killer. There was no light in them anymore as his claws were unsheathed when he turned around. A sadistic grin spread across the assassin's jaws as he raised one of his paws, which would really mean nothing as they were a good distance away from each other. "Hey. I got a hilarious joke for you as well! Wanna hear it?" Killua almost seemed to cackle out, and in an instant, he conjured up a kitchen knife in his mouth.
Having raised his paw to distract the other to think that he was going to do something with his paw. Grabbing the kitchen knife in his mouth, Killua would aim to immediately throw it in Guru's direction, aiming for the blade to impale her face. This was a distraction though, a rather deadly one. While the other was probably concern about the knife, Killua would immediately turn on his invisibility, running as fast as he could to one of the sides of the caracal. The albino serval would aim to ram his body into Guru in the direction that she dodged, hoping to knock her to the ground. If that worked, he would aim to pin her to the ground while digging his metal claws in the joint for her arm and her shoulder, which would certainly cause a lot of pain. Once he attacked her physically, he would turn off his invisibility.
The wildcat had a lot more experience than what clanners would honestly expect. The current body he lived in also helped on the factor that he was incredibly fast, especially for his size. He was decent when it came to keeping his stamina up, but even he had his limits here and there. His unhealthy diet also probably didn't help. Killua had an issue with his own blood, but it wasn't Hemophilia. Thanks to constantly having poison injected into his system when he was just a kitten, the antigens that his body created made it so that his blood was toxic to other animals. Making it so that his blood could technically be used as a weapon if he really wanted to. Killua had been watching the other's mannerisms from the distance that he was at. Sure he was further away from the snowbounders but he didn't think that was really going to matter in a situation like this one. The wildcat rolled eyes at whatever the female said, not believing for a second what she was really saying was really true. "You know that's bullshit at this point." Killua would state with a bitter tone as he addressed the female. His claws flexing onto the ledge that he was on, but evidently, he was right about her motives. He watched as the caracal rushed forward. He could have stopped if he could have used his teleportation, but his instincts told him not to use it around so many faces that were capable of remembering the powers that he had. The assassin cursed under his breath as he got up onto his paws and jumped down from the edge of the cliff that he had been on. The young male didn't notice how much blood was spilling from the female until he ended up stepping in it. A wound like that wouldn't be lethal in any means, especially so close to the camp after all. Killua's sapphire blue gaze looked down at his paws at the crimson liquid and noticed how large the puddle was growing. His eyes widened as his minds went through what seemed like calculations. What could be making her blood spill out so quickly? Two factors. Either the other's claws had been poisoned, or the other had hemophilia. Either way he could treat something like this. Killua turned his back to the typhoon member, as he didn't exactly want London to die.
She seemed nice even if it was a facade. "Okay, I need to lay down alright? And calm yourself, the more panicked you are the faster you'll bleed out." Killua ordered as he thought about exactly what he could do. The wound was obviously around her chest and neck, an issue because blood vessels were easily broken there. The assassin would raise one of his paws and conjure up several different sized patches of gauze and bandages. He needed to stop the bleeding. He didn't dare use his elemental powers to cauterize the wound, not like he could as he hadn't charged himself in a decently long time. Grabbing the thick layer of gauze, he would aim to push it against the female's wound. If that worked, the blood would seep into the medical supply. And Killua would aim to put enough gauze on her wound to where she wouldn't be at risk for bleeding to death. He would look back at London again. "I need you to push pressure on this, as much as you can no matter how much it hurts." Killua instructed firmly. He knew that he should be able to treat her, and he looked to Cry that was there. He, of course, didn't know her name, but the crow was also dealing with an injury so he expected her to help London while he dealt with a certain someone. The entire atmosphere around both him and Guru seemed to change dramatically. He made sure it didn't affect London in any way shape or form. The albino serval turned his body so that he would face the caracal, who he could easily outspeed thanks to the species difference. Killua's eyes weren't as bright as they once were. Instead, they were cold, calculating, and that of a killer. There was no light in them anymore as his claws were unsheathed when he turned around. A sadistic grin spread across the assassin's jaws as he raised one of his paws, which would really mean nothing as they were a good distance away from each other. "Hey. I got a hilarious joke for you as well! Wanna hear it?" Killua almost seemed to cackle out, and in an instant, he conjured up a kitchen knife in his mouth.
Having raised his paw to distract the other to think that he was going to do something with his paw. Grabbing the kitchen knife in his mouth, Killua would aim to immediately throw it in Guru's direction, aiming for the blade to impale her face. This was a distraction though, a rather deadly one. While the other was probably concern about the knife, Killua would immediately turn on his invisibility, running as fast as he could to one of the sides of the caracal. The albino serval would aim to ram his body into Guru in the direction that she dodged, hoping to knock her to the ground. If that worked, he would aim to pin her to the ground while digging his metal claws in the joint for her arm and her shoulder, which would certainly cause a lot of pain. Once he attacked her physically, he would turn off his invisibility.
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO