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"What the hell!-"
Raiden grits out as his blade slammed and screeched with a sparking 'SKRRRGGGGHH!' against the pair of sickles. Slightly pushing Raiden back from sheer force. Just before this, Raiden had been bickering with you since after all, you were on the wrong side and were brainwashed by Desperado. Not like you can be influenced that easily. But you knew your job and were there to get it done. And thus the sudden offense towards Raiden. You swoop to the right letting the sickle you wielded in your right, scoop Raiden's blade and let it go flying as you let your sickle boomerang itself and the blade several feet behind you. Leaving Raiden bare handed. If it weren't for his training he likely would've been done in this circumstance due to your chemically charged sickles you wielded. By then your right sickle had made its way back to you with a loud Whoosh! Past your ear.
Although, the fight had barely started Raiden suddenly seemed preoccupied by a codec call. At least from your deduction, and before you knew it fled out of your sight. Out of confusion when you whip your head around, you see Raiden still speaking into his codec and once again he wields his sword. "Dammit..I need to get to the prime minister's train now.." Raiden says coherent from the top of the building he fled to. How the hell did he get that sword back? You flung it at least 26 feet behind you! I mean it was fairly rare for you to keep a fight with someone of that skill going for that long, so it shouldn't surprise you that he retrieved his sword. It wasn't long before you got a call from your own codec. "faisquinha! I hear the ripper fled the scene..How boring..Couldn't even put up a fight for long..Did he give my favorite faisquinha a rough time?" Samuel teased. You sheath your sickles back into their holsters. With an eye roll you say "I had it under control, he ran and that's that." Sam chuckled, a low, rumble of a sound over the frequency. "Surprisingly did a number on my armor though.." You mutter, disappointed. You ran your fingers on a few of the deep scratches left behind from the Ripper's blade. Barely even a fight and Jack the Ripper really scratched you up. It felt more of an offense on your part. "Hm, come to the extraction point in sector 4. I'll patch you up, let's see how much damage that boy really did to you. "
"Tsk tsk..look at you," Sam huffs, though there's a fond, lazy smirk on his lips. He lies Murasama onto a nearby rack. Kneeling in front of you afterwards, "I leave you alone for 5 minutes and you let Jack use you like a sharpening stone.." Sam snickered. "It was not 5 minutes I'd like you to know.." You hiss, wincing as your internal systems try to get used to the change in your pain dampeners. He doesn't even bother with a med-kit; he just twists the cap off, releasing a chemical scent of ozone and mint. He holds your chin with his warm, unarmored hand gently gripping your chin to pull your gaze to his. "Hold still. This is going to itch a bit.." Sam squeezes a generous amount of milky-white gel directly into the gash on your shoulder. As soon as the nanopaste hits your wiring, it reacts. A hiss of hot steam rises from your skin as thousands of medical nanites go to work, binding all the carbon fibers and sealing your synthetic flesh. It was a strange, tingly, static-like shock sensation throughout your neural network. You sharply breathe in, catching in your throat as you tightly grip the edge of the bench. "Damn, you're lucky I like you.." you grit out through your teeth. "Easy," Sam murmurs, his thumb wiping away a stray smear of white paste from your collar. You weren't gonna lie, your body was exhausted. The feeling from Raiden's strikes left a faint, systemic shudder deep in your synthetic joints. And instead of jerking away, you let yourself relax. Leaning your cheek heavily into his palm. He froze for a fraction of a second. His fingers are rough from sword-fighting but surprisingly gentle, tilt slightly to hold your face. His smirk softens, "Tired, faisquinha?" he asks, his thumb tracing the smooth line of your jaw. The warmth leaves you grounded. "Raiden hits harder than he looks" you whisper, closing your eyes. He replies with a hum, "He's an angry boy. Angry people throw sloppy attacks but they pack a punch. Next time let me handle him." He reluctantly pulls his hand away, although he lingers just until the very last second. Sam reaches over and grabs a disposable electrolyte pack. He presses the pack into your hand. "Take this, it'll help you recover querida. We've got a train to catch."
"Quite windy isn't it eh?!" Sam yelled over the wind as he and you dropped down onto the train of where Sundowner and Raiden were fighting. You two entered just as the action peaked. As Raiden was fighting Sundowner he made eye contact with you. He was already furious but seeing you, whom he just fought standing side by side with the smiling Brazilian samurai he had grown to hate made his cybernetic eye flare with pure rage. "Kids are cruel, Jack! And I'm very in touch with my inner child!" Sundowner bellows. The same blade Raiden used against you slamming against red-orange shields. Raiden skids across the metal roof, his boots throwing sparks into the air. He stabilizes his stance. Breathing heavily, yet he still raises his blade for another strike, his single red optic eye shifts. Freezing as he locks onto you; You see Raiden's jaw clench. His gaze darted from the shoulder that once inhabited a gash, to the twin sickles you wielded resting at your hips. And then Sam, who steps right beside you. "You again," Raiden rasps over the roar of the train. His voice dropped into a guttural, dangerous register. "And you brought the samurai." Sam hasn't even drawn his sword yet. He just rests his hand on the hilt of Murasama. Casually stepping slightly in front of you to block Raiden's direct line of sight. "What can I say? She missed me.." Sam purrs, his voice cutting effortlessly through sounds of the scene. He glances back towards you over his shoulder, giving you a quick stupid wink. "And unlike you, Jack, I actually know how to take care of a lady." Sam sneered. "Playtime's over, Sam!" Sundowner interrupts. There is a Desperado chopper hovering just above the train. "Bird's here, keep Jack busy. Our friend Catalyst can cover the extraction!" (Bad timing but I forgot to mention reader's codename is Catalyst) Your sickles snap from your counter with a synchronized, crackling snap-hiss, chemical-induced sparks arching between the curved blades. You step up to Sam's side, your eyes locked on Raiden.