Single post in Chronicles of Gaia (RP)

Celere's fist grazed the Red-Heads face, apparently 'Speed' was this morons thing and she couldn't really care less, granted, she couldn't hit her opponent, but her opponent couldn't really do anything to her either, he'd tried once to aim for an apparent 'weakspot' but all it did was break the wrappings on her chest, causing her to be slightly more annoyed about things being in the way and mildly interrupting her center of gravity, it didn't take much longer before she finally got a single hit in on the Redheaded Speedster, sending them flying over a railing to their apparent death, knowing full well certain mechanics would probably reverse it as a way of 'fixing' the world to their liking, but, it bought time, time enough for her to turn away from the Flying Vehicle, tear off a pant leg and re-fix her wrappings, "Prick, these are a pain to get right." Toré was wise to avert his eyes back towards the shielded console, besides the brazenness of the female he kept the company of making him awkward, he really did not appreciate how his body was healing, the feeling of bits stitching themselves back together, of things cracking back into place and foreign objects being popped out of their penetration zones... for the first time in his memory, he felt sick from all the sensations, the pale-ish skin going a very slight tint of green, he could feel a soul plummet, break, and then start being forcibly reformed, "Just a small breather, hurry it up before he comes back, you're wide open and they aint the type to wait patiently for you to finish your pointless self-loathing."