'What a mess.'
Gwin chewed the inside of his lip and closed his eyes.
'Nothing else around.'
He turned to the shaking sleepers and stepped towards them. His boots squelched in the boar's grey matter as he did. He returned to his normal form and felt the drain on his essence stop. He pulled the sleepers torn off leg from the boar's tusk and he walked closer with squelching steps. It slid from the tusk with the grating sound of shin bone against ivory. His leg felt limp and gross in his hand. His grip on it loosened and he held it far away from his body.
Three sleepers were sprawled on the ground just a short distance from the boar's corpse. One was missing a leg, one was dribbling nonsense, and the other had fainted. The one dribbling nonsense was doing his best to string together a proper sentence but was failing horribly.
*SMACK*
A crisp slap from Gwin's viscera-covered hand slung his head to the side from the force. His mouth stopped moving and he actually managed to look Gwin in the eyes.
"Th-Thank you, I thought we were goners…Doran! Are you alright?"
He asked, crawling towards his crippled friend whose bloody stump of a knee was still spewing onto the street. His hands and knees became coated in the process. Gwin crinkled his nose at the smell.
*Splat*
*Splat*
Gwin took two wet steps through the pooling blood and squatted down. He nearly toppled over when a sudden wave of lethargy hit him. He bit his lip and steadied himself grabbing one of Doran's shoulders. He held out the torn off leg of Doran and pointed to his ragged knee. Doran's already pale face paled further.
"You got my knee…why?"
Gwin said nothing because of course he couldn't say anything, his flaw really sucked in moments like these.
'It's better he doesn't know what's about to happen anyways.'
He summoned his favorite memory in his hand. The [Kiss of Kesh] formed neatly and unassuming on his hand. He sat down the severed leg and fumbled with the lid for a few moments as his hands kept slipping on its smooth wooden and metal surface from the viscera. After a few seconds of trying he gave up and held it out to Doran.
"D-Do you want me to open that?"
'It's a good thing he's in shock. He's the most put together out of the three of them.'
Gwin nodded and Doran complied, twisting the lid off before handing it back. Gwin set it on the ground and thrust the mangled part of Doran's leg that he was holding into the petrifying cream as if it were an oversized synthetic wing being dipped in synthetic sauce. Gwin looked at the parted lips on the stunned face of Doran and realized something.
'Ah, I'm supposed to give them something to bite on…'
He looked around for anything not covered in viscera, he could do him at least that much right? No such luck.
'Well shit.'
He did two things at once. The first was that he dismissed his right gauntlet and thrust the meaty part of his hand next to his pinky's metacarpal straight into Doran's mouth. Gwin felt his smooth and flat teeth instantly clamp down on his hand. It was mildly uncomfortable at best despite his attempts to bite straight through.
The next was that he thrust his bottom leg straight into the spot it had originally been torn from. It slid into place with a wet squelch. The cream began working its magic however it didn't seem painless for Doran.
"Mph! MMMMPH! MPH! MPH! MMMMMMPH!"
He groaned and whimpered through Gwin's hand. A pool of wet drool was beginning to form and mix with the foul contents coating his hands as Gwin grimaced and pushed his hand even farther in. Slobber dribbled down from his chin face.
'Stop squirming! I need to focus!'
A world ending headache split his head wide open at that moment. Gwin fell forward feeling his whole world throb and fade. He blew hot air through clenched teeth and allowed his weight to rest on Doran. Doran's whimpering and struggling finally stopped while he rested his head on his shoulder. Gwin's left hand was still grasping his shin to keep it in place for the healing process. It was the first time he had reconnected a limb this big with it so he had to be careful not to leave him with an awful deformity.
He waited with baited breath for a sign that it had worked. For what felt like an eternity nothing happened, then Doran's leg twitched beneath his hand, then it moved, then it pulled from his grip. He pulled his slobber covered hand from Doran's mouth and heard the sounds of frantic spitting followed by dry heaving.
A breathy and raspy exhale broke in his throat. His eyes pounded in their sockets and he felt he had to keep them closed to keep them from rocketing out and blowing Doran's arm off. Gwin peeled himself from Doran's shoulder and staggered up. He squinted his eyes open and saw that the third sleeper had woken up and was now staring at Doran's leg which he was now moving around testing it out.
"Your leg, how?!"
The fainting sleeper called out. Doran looked up from gazing at his leg and looked at Gwin. He had dark hair and tan skin that was covered in all types of grime and dirt and was jaw droppingly handsome despite it. A distant roar rumbling through the city as he opened his mouth to speak.
"Thank you, you are the Wolf aren't you? The one who has been helping people?"
Gwin failed to respond before the talkative sleeper interrupted.
"You mean THAT Wolf? I thought it was a literal wolf though?"
"She has a transformation aspect you idiot. Didn't you see her just now? How else would she have been able to do that insane shit we just saw!?"
'They are so candid despite almost dying…shock or stupidity?'
"Oh that makes sense! Umm…Ms Wolf? Are you going to rob us?"
All three looked to him as if he were the next abomination ready to gobble them up. He just shook his head no, grabbed the [Kiss of Kesh], and took a few squelching steps towards the corpse of the [Briarbane Squire]. He fixed the cuts on his hands like he simply was applying lotion and dismissed it.
'Ok I can do this, I'll grab the shards and book it to the bright castle.'
He peeled his crusty eyes wide open and examined the boar's body structure. An insanely large yawn nearly dislocated his jaw. Smacking his lips together he flexed his fingers straight and got to work.