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[center][color=00aeef][h2][i]FENRIR-O[/i][/h2][/color][/center]
[center][h2][i]Master of the Wolf Fang Fist[/i][/h2][/center]

[center][h1]Kami's Lookout--> Fenrir-O's shack --> Nearby Town --> Fusune's Clinic[/h1][/center]

[b][i]Interacting With:[/i][/b] [@supertinyking] [@GingerBoi123]
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The robot was a nuisance, but in the last tense moments of its life, it made its purpose known. Super Saiyan…Fenrir-O hadn’t ever heard of such a thing. The droid had tried to instigate one of the fighters into a rage by threatening her loved one. If it hadn’t been for the mysterious arrival of a new fighter, then the robot might have actually succeeded. The wolf’s hackles settled when the machine was reduced to scrap. Fenrir-O proceeded over to Dai Kon’s arm while scrutinizing the new fighter and the technique he had used to shred the machine. Either he had some sturdy fingers or had some claws of his own—an unusual trait for a human. The wolf couldn’t afford to waste another second if he was to try and save the clown and his arm.

Fenrir-O stooped over to grasp the limb and ran to the edge of The Lookout before diving over the side. He once again freefell back toward the earth, his body flickering with ki before a white stream poured off his body, speeding his descent. When he was more than enough feet above the ground to safely land, Fenrir-O stopped his ki and flipped through the air in a tight ball. He came out of the ball a few seconds from touching down and landed in a crouch, his hand posted upon the grass.

The wolf rushed over to Dai Kon and crouched before him to give his cheek a few light slaps: [color=00aeef]“You better stay alive, clown. If you die here, your death will be one of shame.”[/color]

The beastman then turned his shoulder into Dai Kon and hefted him off the ground. Fenrir-O knew that a town wasn’t too far away, and the clinic there would be able to stitch him back together. Fenrir-O went airborne once more. The trees passed beneath him in a green blur until they cleared away to present a small town. The people there were startled by his sudden landing in the middle of the cobblestone square and Fenrir-O wasted no time in sprinting over to the clinic.

[b]The Clinic[/b]

The physician was a young woman who was sitting within a chair while her patient, an old midget woman squawked about the same old aches and pains. It seemed that no matter what sort of treatment or therapy she offered, it was never good enough for she always had some new problem or illness to bring to her every day.

“And then when I woke up this morning, my back was just killing me. It still hurts now,” said the old woman as she sat in the examining chair, kicking her feet like a little girl might.

[url=http://img1.ak.crunchyroll.com/i/spire4/97fc4ad259a4a131366a0214a7ebd2361303888147_full.jpg]Fusune[/url] had her chin in her hand and was regarding the woman with narrowed, unamused eyes.

[color=f49ac2]“Did you try the local chiropractor? Or maybe even a nice salt bath,”[/color] she suggested.

“Ah, a bath does sound nice, but salt always makes my skin so dry. There was this one time-”

Fenrir-O startled both women as he burst into the clinic with a clown on his shoulder and a human arm in his hand.

[color=00aeef]“Miss Fusune!”[/color] the wolf called.

Fusune wailed in shock and pointed at the limb. [color=f49ac2]“Is that a human arm!?!”[/color]

She then sat forward and blinked stupidly. [color=f49ac2]“…IS THAT A CLOWN!?!”[/color]

She felt so confused. Was this some sort of joke or something?

Fenrir-O strode over to the examining chair where the grandma had been sitting and his assertion had been enough to frighten the old lady into moving. She fled the chair as Fenrir-O laid the clown in it and Fusune quickly set the chair so that it laid flat back. Laying Dai Kon’s arm on his chest, Fenrir-O explained, [color=00aeef]“There was an accident. Can you save his arm?”[/color]

Fusune was so caught off-guard by the emergency arrival. She touched the limb, feeling it for heat and already it had been growing cold.

“I can try,” she said while she rested two fingers against Dai’s neck to examine his pulse. [color=f49ac2]“He’s lost a lot of blood. If I am to operate, then I’m going to need your help. I won’t be able to do it alone.”[/color]

The wolf frowned in determination. [color=00aeef]“I may not be well-versed in the medical field, but I will do what I can to help you save him.”[/color]

Fusune nodded. [color=f49ac2]“Let’s begin then.”[/color]