[center][h2]Oswald Connoly- Infirmary[/h2][/center]

Oswald watched in a mixture of shock, resignation and a little bit of pity as Diamond rolled up her sleeve, exposing her arm to the others. He'd never seen anything like that in his life, but Oswald couldn't find it in himself to even remotely care about this previously unknown-to-him phenomenon. That was his teammate's arm, covered in the unfortunate side effects of an ill-advised surgery and a trip directly into the face of hell.

Diamond....was disfigured. Sure, the others were hurt, but Diamond was right: their injuries would [i]heal[/i]. Even Cobalt's concussion would likely cause few long-term side effects, thanks to both modern medicine and his Aura. Diamond, though...even with the small consolation that her abilities had a higher ceiling before becoming dangerous again, Diamond would face the reminder of what happened every time she looked at her arm. 

Oswald deflated when he fully processed what had happened. [i]Nobody got out of there unscathed, huh...[/i] He wanted to scream. He wanted to get off his bed and toss it through the wall, to walk off into the Emerald Forest with his gear and spent hours killing everything that crossed his path. Anger flared to the front of his mind yet again, before it transformed into something even more dangerous: bloodthirsty rage. 

He had to find out who the hell attacked them. He needed to find out where they trained, who else they worked with, and how the hell one of them managed to turn themselves into a monster capable of such destruction and chaos. 

And he had to destroy them.