[center][h2][color=#FF9A26][b]Lilliana Merrycure[/b]
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Watching, her brow knit with worry, Lilliana found her hands drifting each into different pouches. One was in here medical pouch, fidgeting with a syringe(r), while the other began tinkering. B-MO was nowhere visible, but instead was exuding from her hand within the tinkering pouch. She didn't like this. No not at all.

Then Caeser got hurt. She flinched and a brief flash of wrath crossed her features before it was quickly suppressed. Her brows knit further. When he hit the wall she shot out of her chair and rushed over to him as he lost consciousness. Feeling B-MO knit inside her body, reinforcing her, she stabbed a syringe(r) directly into the mink even as she deftly shifted his arm and made small incisions on his chest. Within the space of time that it had taken for Slick to pick up the cannonball and challenge the Launcher, Lilli had managed to put Caeser's bones in the right position, splint his arm, and begin a very minor surgery to held position his ribs correctly, not to mention staunch his internal bleeding.

During this she realized that she'd actually—though invisible to everyone else—placed small amounts of B-MO's metallic biomass into a syringe with a cocktail of other things, which she'd then manipulated within Caeser. The world blacked out around her, no voices or sounds reached her except the sounds of Caeser's body as she worked. Once Launcher had proclaimed that she'd accept Slick's challenge—which she did not hear—she had the mink all fixed up, though still not in working condition.

Her medical tools stowed away, she shot to her feet, lifting Caeser with what appeared considerable effort—downplaying her own strength—before carrying him over to the rest of the crew.

She breathed and the world opened up around her. There was light again. The breathing and scuffing footsteps of a restless crowd. Then voices, and the crunching and sloshing of food being eaten and drinks being passed around. Once she had Caeser situated comfortably on a mat that she'd produced from her medical satchel, she turned her gaze over to the ring.

She hoped Slick would kick her ass, because if he didn't...she'd make sure that she did.