@liferusher@Skepic@Seirei No Hai@dabombjk@Spriggs27@FamishedPants@lunarlors34@Lucius Cypher@Noodles@ForettFor a brief moment, one of the men standing with the silver-haired, one-woman road construction crew down the street locked eyes with him, his expression mirroring almost exactly what was going through Duncan's head at that moment:
'WHAT?!'Still, even from this distance, Duncan could see at least some degree of recognition from the man's face, probably for the uniform. Which, logically, meant he was someone he could probably extract a 'Where the fuck? How the fuck? Why the fuck?' from. So, shaking off his initial surprise at his sudden change of circumstance and adjusting his brimmed hat, he began making his way toward the group surrounding the apparent sorceress and the improbably large knight-
FLASHBANGBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE--And then abruptly stopped, head turning slightly in the direction he'd heard that from.
He knew that noise...BOOM...That one, too.Like a machine coming online, the old mechanisms the army had left behind in Duncan's psyche began to start up again after two years of disuse, his posture becoming slightly more rigid, his expression becoming harder and his eyes becoming cold. Calmly unholstering his revolver, his eyes snapped back to the man he'd seen before, noticing him wave him over and replying the only way he really could at that moment; The universally-understood, exasperated shrug of 'Sorry, gotta deal with this.' before turning and booking it in the direction someone was having just
way too much fun in, only slightly aware of just how fast his powerful legs were carrying him as weaved his way through crowds of people screaming running the opposite way and even less so once he heard the familiar report of an old Colt 1911.
He would've found it a little amusing how quickly his training took over and made his confusion about where he was how he got there completely irrelevant in the face of doing his job, if only... y'know, shit wasn't blowing up.
Duncan stopped abruptly and took cover around what could only be the final corner he had to take, if the massive explosion that kicked up a whole hell of a lot of dust, nearly knocked off his hat and leveled a few houses was any indication. Exhaling and shaking his head slightly, more irritated by the delay than anything, he readied his weapon and poked his head around the corner... finding it empty, save for a few scattered bits of people, rubble and a seared lump of MultiCam lying in the middle of the road, which a small catgirl crawled out from underneath of and then tried to revive. Which must've been as painful to do as it was for him to watch with those burns on her arms.
"Shit." Came his automatic growl as he holstered his weapon and made his way over to the now-panicking catgirl and wounded warrior.
"Shit." it came again, louder this time, once he got closer and saw the shoulder-patch, realizing he might actually
know whoever was lying on the ground here.
There were, however, no words out of his throat once he was standing over them, and saw their or rather
her face, which had been turned away from him.
'Doc Winters...?' Came the solitary, thundering thought through his head.
Almost immediately Duncan was on his knees, emptying Addison's first-aid pouch so that everything he'd need would be in plain view, and quickly administered a red-labeled needle, as he'd been trained by seeing her do it countless times before (occasionally on
him) before pulling out her scissors and starting to cut away at her uniform so he could get to work on the wounds beneath and stop the still-cooking material from hurting her further.
"I can keep her alive, for now." He addressed the panicked catgirl for the first time "But we need to get her
and you to an actual doctor. Fast."
His eyes flicked up momentarily to said catgirl, who was quite reasonably, probably in shock.
"Hey." He spoke calmly, yet firmly as his gloved hand rose and gently cupped her cheek, making sure he had her undivided attention "Did you get that?"
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