"ARTHUR!" SamJaz shouted, getting Hagane's attention.
She dropped everything, charging at the wounded Mage as SamJaz avenged him. Hitomi was there in a flash, drawing medical supplies from her bag as SamJaz looked into the wound.
Organ damage. Cure wouldn't fix that.
And they were hours away from the elevator.
"Move." Hagane said, stabbing her two-pronged lance into Arthur's chest. Hitomi shouted something, but SamJaz hushed her, noticing how Hagane's eyes were moving.
Side to side, like she was reading something.
The lance had the power to convert the molecular make-up of any substance into thought data that Hagane could read and interpret. With her eidetic memory, Arthur's genetic code was internalised into Hagane's memories, ready for recall at any moment. While not a supergenius herself, Hagane wasn't that far off, qualifying as a surgeon at age nine and attaining several other PHD's in various sciences while growing up at the Shinoda Academy- a concentration camp for gifted youngsters where they were pushed to develop their abilities for the advancement of 'science'.
Hagane was glad she was able to follow Cole and Alvin and escape that hellhole. She never looked back, but was grateful for the qualifications she gained there. It made it so much easier to be recognised for her skills as a teenager first stepping out into the world. When it came to surviving in the wild, Alvin was the best. When it came to surviving in the urban jungle, Cole was incredibly socially capable.
But in the academic field?
She was a grandmaster at the acquisition and application of higher learning.
"Help her with whatever she needs." SamJaz told Hitomi as he got to his feet and drew a weapon. "I'll cover for you."
Hagane fell to her knees, creating her own scalpels and clamps as she moved through the wound, cutting out damaged flesh and using sand as base material. She reconfigured the sand at an atomic level, changing elements themselves into what she needed them to be in order to create Arthur flesh. Blood ran freely from her hands as sand flowed into her sleeves from slots in the elbows, being converted into primordial soup as it trickled down her forearm, then turning into flesh, bone and blood at her fingertips.
It was an incredible, gruesome spectacle, watching regeneration like this. It was like watching whipped cream form out of an aerosol can, perfectly moulded like putty.
Within ten minutes, Hagane was done. Slamming the new flesh on Arthur's chest to restart the heart and breathing, Hagane fell back, lying on her back as Arthur's blood pooled around her. "You guys..." She panted, looking at Hitomi. "Can fix his shirt..."
The seamstress looked at Arthur, who was now breathing, eyes catching the bloody handprint on his torso.
"Holy crap." Hitomi said eventually. "What the hell did I just witness?"