4 To Tire (2/2)

Once she reached the Avant Ward, she dismounted the box, which remained floating besides her. The two injured thieves were right in front of her, lying hopelessly yet furiously in their beds.

”Scan.” she commanded, to which a yellow orb popped out of her box and scanned the two.

”Diagnosis.” she commanded again.

”Minor abrasions on both patients' limbs. Severe rips in both spinal chords. They're conscious and suffer no brain injuries.” the orb (powered by Super-Rare sOr [Sight]) said in a friendly male voice.

”Hm.”

She looked at both of them, still tired. Typically she'd obviously feel a sense of compassion, but she knew that if Elektra were to let this happen, it was probably just. That said, this was all too bothersome, and she was on the verge of falling asleep.

”You deserved this didn't you? She would've spared you if you didn't.”

They looked at eachother, then back at her, enraged but unable to move.

”Meh. I'll treat you anyway, but you're going to rot in prison after we're done.”

Her facial expression remained unchanged.

”Gel. Spark. Blade.” she commanded.

As she stood there arms crossed, eyes droopy, as three more orbs appeared out of the box. The light grey orb (powered by Super-Rare sOr [Gel]) floated towards the man on the left and injected a gooey substance into his wounds, before repeating the same process for other. The gooey substance immediately hardened to a clay-like consistency. The light purple orb (powered by Super-Rare sOr [Spark]) then shot a jolt of electricity into each of them, instantly flipping them over so that their backs were exposed.

The two grunts shared both a sense of fear and confusion, yet could not move to express that.

The dark grey orb then (powered by Super-Rare sOr [Blade]) opened up, and a small knife from it's hatch, and made a singular cut into each of their backs. The Gel Orb again injected its' substance to fill the wound, re-attaching the ripped spinal cords. The Spark Orb sent an additional charge around their bodies, not only flipping them over but reigniting their senses and ability to move. All four orbs then swiftly retreated back into the box.

The two fool-proof-fools were, miraculously, instantly healed. Her power came not from a singular Ultra-Rare sOr (which was the norm for 6 and 7-Star Knights) but from a myriad of Super-Rare sOr, all being utilised by the orbs stored in her medical kit. She had full control and mastery over these orbs, as demonstrated.

The fools, now gaining full control of their bodies, saw this as a cheap opportunity to attack the Doctor and escape. While thankful for the treatment, they were not intent on going to prison (however any would argue that immediately attacking any nurse (let alone Zephyria's Warden) was a prison-sentence waiting to happen). Fools be fools I guess.

They both suddenly jumped out of their beds and rushed towards Aloe, who was both unimpressed and unenthused. They both leaped at her with vigour, but she did not flinch.

”Screen” she said monotonously.

An orange orb (powered by Super-Rare sOr [Screen]) was immediately summoned, forming a force field around Aloe. The fools collided with the forcefield and were sent crashing back into their beds.

”What a drag.” she thought.

”Sleep.”

They immediately knocked out (though sustaining no further injuries) due to the collision.

Funnily enough, Aloe had also become unconscious. At the sheer mention of ”sleep” itself, she gave in to the fatigue. Before she could hit the ground the box caught her and carried away, back to the atrium and up to the 100th floor, where her private chambers were located. The box activated her automatic door, entered her bedroom and laid her down onto her bed. It then tucked itself underneath it and depowered. It was not off, however, but on standby mode (you know, in case of the random bad guy).

Gin had just reached the ward when they attacked (he had taken the stairs for no apparent reason), so he only caught the last part of the encounter. He felt powerless that he was not up for the task, but he was impressed with what he saw.

”She fell asleep in battle.” he said to himself. ”What a badass.”

To have fully healed and effortlessly apprehending these thieves while on the verge of slumber made that an understatement. Aloe exerted precisely 0.001% of her effort during that enounter. She was THE badass.

As his shift came to an end and him feeling moderately embarassed at his lack of action, he finished up by adding restraints to the unconscious thieves, then exited the CMC, determined.

Aloe's coffee remained unfinished on the table.