[hr][hr][center][h2][color=00ffbb]Lawrence B. Ellison[/color][/h2]
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This is the battle that never ends. Yes it goes on and on my friends.
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As he finished tightening the second tourniquet Lawrence's hand brushed against the netting around the boy's leg, and was instantly greeted by a jolt of pain. He glanced at the new wound, now the only cut on his hands, and chuckled. It seemed like it was similar to, if not the exact same magic used in the glitter bomb from earlier. Did Managerie not have any new tricks? Still, that didn't help with being able to [i]remove[/i] the stuff from the boy's leg. It wasn't something Lawrence had the tools to do right now.

He didn't have much time to worry about it though, as one of his teammates approached from the now-quiet battlefield. Sander. The "vampire" of their group. At first Lawrence was glad to see him, intent on requesting some help in operating on the blonde boy, but those thoughts quickly fled as he got a look at Sander's eyes. Lawrence was, frankly, no stranger to drug addicts. The Institution tended not to give a damn about whatever the students used to cope with their situation, and hard drugs were one such thing. This hungering look of addiction would be bad enough, if it wasn't the pool of blood around Christmas that was the target of his gaze.

"[color=00ffbb]Back off, he's lost too much blood.[/color]"

Sander took another step, not having heard the command at all, and Lawrence responded by switching his power onto the vampire. As a white glow enveloped both of them, Lawrence couldn't help but grimace at the drastic change that underwent his peer. It was always... horrifying in a sense, especially when the change was so drastic in nature. When it was non-consensual. The lust in Sander's eyes diminished almost entirely, replaced by a forlorn surrender. He dropped to his knees a step away from Doc and his patient, and began to speak:

"[color=cyan]Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.[/color]"

A pause.

"[color=cyan]I can’t just sit here, can I? I need to get back. I can get even stronger. I just need a little bit… more.[/color]"

His gaze returned to the wounded boy's leg once more, and Lawrence sighed in response. How hard was it to understand that letting Christmas lose his magic blood was a [i]bad[/i] idea? Still, he quelled the irritation before it grew enough to be sensed through his link, all of these people were still green. No sense in having expectations of them so soon.

Still, he couldn't let Christmas lose any more blood, and so he intended to make good on the offer he made in the truck. With only a slight hesitation, bracing for the pain, he slid his wrist along the magical wire and sliced it deeply enough that his blood flowed freely from the wound. 

[i]Pain.[/i]

Accompanied by a growing numbness in his hand. Lawrence was no stranger to deep cuts, he could say that having his wrist slashed was a new sensation for him. Before too much of his own blood was wasted, he help the bleeding limb up to Sander shook it slightly with impatience.

"[color=00ffbb]He's off limits, you can take some of mine but hurry up before I lose too much.[/color]"

"[color=cyan]Just tell me when you get dizzy. I will… not hurt you.[/color]"

His hand closed around Lawrence's wrist, causing another jolt of pain, but Lawrence didn't take back the offer. 

"[color=cyan]Don’t hesitate if I do.[/color]"

A glance at his shotgun told Lawrence all of the meaning those words were meant to convey, but he had no intention of obliging. Short of trying to actually kill one of the others- including Christmas- he had no intention of actually shooting one of his teammates. Still, he didn't voice that opinion out loud. If the threat of being shot gave Sander motivation to back off when the time came, then he would let his teammate think whatever he needed to.

Still, while he expected the vampire to start slobbering all over his wrist- and probably give Lawrence a nasty infection for his trouble- he was surprised to see his blood not flowing out of his wrist, but directly into Sander's grip. Some sort of skin vacuum? It was far from the strangest thing Lawrence had seen during his time at the Institution, and he decided to just take it at face value. 

Instead he closed his eyes.

And waited.

He focused on his body in the meantime. The sting from the final glitter bomb still dotting his upper body. The throbbing and numbness in his left hand. The slowly fading self loathing in his mind. His ears, which had stopped ringing once more, were still receiving sounds somewhat muted, an effect which would linger for some time yet. 

[i][color=00ffbb]Earplugs over the knife next time. Didn't even get to use the damn thing.[/color][/i]

Finally a slight, yet growing, lightheadedness. The cause of which was his recent non-suicidal wrist slashing episode. 

"[color=00ffbb]That's enough now.[/color]"

He began to pull his arm back, and was slightly surprised when Sander actually released him. Trying not to waste any more of his less-precious-but-still-imporant blood, he smeared his wound into the excess of healing-blood that was lying around until it closed. The pain and numbness vanished along with the cut, however the lightheaded feeling remained. Lawrence would take what he could get.

Satisfied and out of immediate danger, he finally took a chance to observe the battlefield at large and get his bearings on the situation. There were certainly casualties on their side, and more still on the monsters' side. The Eyepion had made its way to blue team, a fact that swelled a small feeling of regret in Lawrence, but he quickly quelled it. Blue team would benefit more by having now-free members of Red team help them. Green was too far away to assist, but their battlefield also looked like a complete clusterfuck, as most battles involving magic tended to.

Pink team though... By far the strongest team here had only half of their members still standing- and barely standing at that. Dropping a nuke had concerned Lawrence enough, but it looked that it hadn't even finished off their entire group of monsters.

And now they were probably defenseless.

"[color=00ffbb]Shit.[/color]"

The institution couldn't afford to lose another entire team of experienced battle Arbiters. Or experience battle-anything. Sure there was a [i]chance[/i] Benediction might revive one of them, probably Ethan, but if that was a likely possibility then USARILN East would have a lot more students than it did presently. No, he would have to make an effort to get them out of there alive, and he knew it was partly because he didn't want any more names on that cardboard cutout to be scratched out.

With Hazel approaching and Sander having had his fill, Lawrence picked up his box of shells once more and moving quickly towards Pink team, offering glance behind him just to double check that Sander wasn't feasting on Christmas while his back was turned. Lawrence had no intention of letting his power off of the vampire until he was completely out of range. As he passed Hazel, Lawrence loaded a fresh shell into his gun and turned to her, not stopping as he spoke:

"[color=00ffbb]I'm going to try and save Pink team, I'd appreciate your help![/color]"

Without bothering to check if she was following, he set his sights forward once more. Just ahead it looked as if Kusari had the same idea as them.

Dreamcatcher only knew if that would be enough.