Paul looked at Tam. "I'm clearly not a doctor. Unless you have an idea or wanna kiss by booboo away then I'd suggest you let me walk on my fucked up leg." He blew angryly into his cigar. He wasn't mad at Tam and would attempt to form an apology later. The pain from the wound was burning like hell and stinging his whole leg like a bitch. He gripped at his leg and leaned up against the wall breathing a little heavy.

"Sure, let me just let the triggerhappy psychopath up for round two first. You never learned first aid? Useless featherworld public schools! What do they even teach you? Just keep pressure on it and yell 'doc' really fucking loud." "Or not that loud, he's right fucking there." [Fire is not the doctor. Doc is the doctor.]

Paul eyes darted towards Doc and murmured under the sudden shock of pain. "Charles!!!!!....I mean....Doctor....fuck!!!!!" Paul shouted as the pain began to grow. " Doc.....h-h-he-help me!" He didn't say the word "help" much so it was terribly hard for him to say it now even when he was in a butt load of pain. He slid to the floor while he was still leaned against the wall and gripped his leg tightly whispering more swears under his breathe.

"Come here," as he came out the hut "Do you want the easy way or the painful way?" he stood at his leg, "And if i was you id take the easy way with your leg" he turned to fire "What rounds you stick in him? well done!"

"Come here," as he came out the hut "Do you want the easy way or the painful way?" he stood at his leg, "And if i was you id take the easy way with your leg" he turned to fire "What rounds you stick in him? well done!"

Fire told the doctor, Incineratory Ammo and then a Orange glow started in pauls leg, and then grown, and grown and grown, until pretty much all of pauls leg was on fire, Fire smiled a tiny bit watching Paul burn, his Mouth with a Hole where one of his teeth should be, it was actually quite funny even though the events that followed up after,

"Right" he poured some water on it "Now ill let you choose, lose your leg or dont use it for a while."

Tam's lips curled in disgust at the casual sadism in Fire's voice. She grunted and dug her knee into his back. "Oh good, be a pyromaniac in addition to a team-fragging douche. When the hell did that get 'logical'."

"Right" he poured some water on it "Now ill let you choose, lose your leg or dont use it for a while."

"Hmmm I could build myself a new leg.....don't use it for awhile." Paul took another puff of his cigar. He eyes darted over to Fire. "I'm gonna dissect you, you elven son of a bitch!" Paul was pretty pissed and stopping him from building a bomb was impossible now. He knows building an artificial leg will take a while so he needs to keep it until then. "Hey Doc how long will it take for me to use my leg again?"

"Around the boundrys of 1 to 2 years if your lucky." he turned away after bandageing it up "Well done fire, Im impressed. Taught him to to mess with you"

"Damn......that's way longer than I thought." Paul pulled out a blue piece of paper and began to write incredibly fast and stopped with in a few minutes later. He showed Doc the blueprint for his artificial leg. "I'll have the basic form of it in about a day if I work none stop. Just need a lot of materials."

"well you get the materials and build it, and ill stick it on" he pulled out his lazer cutter "You want it off now or later?"

"Cut away!" Paul answered. He didn't like the idea of being crippled ,so might as well be crippled for a few days instead of years. His appearance to others didn't bother him either so he would of probably cut it off by himself in front of other people. But its good the know that someone has his back and could help him in this situation.

Well according to your logic paul If someone makes you uncomfortable you have all righ-AHHHHHHHHH Fire attempted to say, but being cut off by the gigantic monster-of-a-human Kneeing Fire in the back, the pain exploded across him even though he has the power to ignore pain But not all pain can be ignored

Tam cut back a momentary feeling of satisfaction as she dug in her knee. Having power over someone like this had it's own kind of thrill, but she tried to reign in impulses like that, even when the victim was doing his level best to make this seem like public service. "Let me get this straight. You just shot a man, non-lethally but cripplingly I might add, to win a damn argument? You're a moron. A straight up moron! Logic is supposed to be a survival trait, what the hell kind of survival trait antagonizes people into killing them? For someone who claims evolutionary superiority, you seem to be working real hard at removing yourself from the gene pool!"

He fires the lazer and sliced straight through. "You are now a cripple"

@KzkSkippy I'll have you know that my species is not attempting to get itself exstinct, it is just a result of humans like you being gre-UGHH! Fire logically added, but not exactly having enough time to speak due to humans beating the heck out of him after a while the pain stopped You ask me questions and then beat me up so I can't answer? what is the point in that? He logically asked, too logical to notice the fact that Tam is asking rhetorical questions

charles turned "You keep beathing him up and ill chop your leg off to" he grabbed fire

"Oh for Krishna-" Tam sighed, but eased up... slightly. "You're getting a little amputation happy there, Sawbones. And you!" She turned her attention back to the arguing prisoner under her. "If you can shoot people to demonstrate logical inconsistencies, then I can knee you in the kidneys to do the same! This is how society works, see: Someone says something wrong, and you fucking ignore it. You don't shoot them. You don't throw a fit. It doesn't matter how wrong you think they are, or how much logic is on your side. It just isn't your fucken job to fix everyone else's views on reality." Tam adjusted her lock so she could hold his arm under her knee, freeing a hand to brush her hair out of her eyes. "For fucks sake, did your dads shoot you every time you did something wrong? It's like you say logic, but we've had some kind of failure to communicate!" She cracked her neck and looked around, "Can someone hand me the cable-ties outa my pack, this make look like a lot of fun, but trigger here makes a terrible sofa."

"Let him go insuborbinate, he has saved more people and takes his job more seriously" he pulled his webley "Now, let him go or ill show you may logic, and its not a leg shot" he clicked his finger and his droid came out "My logic hurts more" he switched the droid into attack mode and looked at it "Isnt that right boy?" and the droid nodded

"Oh for Krishna-" Tam sighed, but eased up... slightly. "You're getting a little amputation happy there, Sawbones. And you!" She turned her attention back to the arguing prisoner under her. "If you can shoot people to demonstrate logical inconsistencies, then I can knee you in the kidneys to do the same! This is how society works, see: Someone says something wrong, and you fucking ignore it. You don't shoot them. You don't throw a fit. It doesn't matter how wrong you think they are, or how much logic is on your side. It just isn't your fucken job to fix everyone else's views on reality." Tam adjusted her lock so she could hold his arm under her knee, freeing a hand to brush her hair out of her eyes. "For fucks sake, did your dads shoot you every time you did something wrong? It's like you say logic, but we've had some kind of failure to communicate!" She cracked her neck and looked around, "Can someone hand me the cable-ties outa my pack, this make look like a lot of fun, but trigger here makes a terrible sofa."

Atara looked over and decided to help. "Sure thing," She went to Tam's pack and pulled them out before giving her the cable-ties. "Some mission." She looked down, rolled her eyes, and walked away. It was people like Fire that gave non-humans, even people like Atara, a bad name.