Assisting the Harmed (Kechaiya)

[Tink Scalpellion]

Harmlessly,Tink was wandering around the city of Sunberth when he heard the sound of flesh upon flesh. Rounding the corner, Tink observed the screams and chants of gang members participating in a fight. In a circle, two men were circling around each other, each with blood streaming down their face and bruises all over their bodies. They swung their hands and yet again, even more screams could be heard. Why do men fight? Why must we be obsessed with violence?Is it even possible for their to be peace in this world? Does my aid even matter? Ahh Look at them, harming themselves only for a little bit of pride and honor. Well, I guess I mind as well stay and help where I can. Although Tink was only a couple inches tall, he was able to peer between the legs of the gang members in front of him. He hoped that someone would offer to let him climb up and have a better view.

[Kechaiya]

Timestamp: Fall 15th, 514 AV
Location: Streets of Sunset Quarter
Time of Day: 14th Bell, Midday

Kech was sitting on a toppled cart, next to a large man simply known as Jepetto, a member of the Fanged Hares, a small gang that specialized in hit and run style muggings. He was sharing a skin of wine with her, having solicited her services as a doctor today. There had been a minor dispute with some of his men and those of another gang, The Spades, who were mostly tunnel diggers and grave robbers. The two minor gangs apparently had a recent alliance in the gang violence, and the disputes had threatened to tear it apart. So the leaders had decided on a method to solve this with violence, albeit in a controlled fashion.

They had settled on letting each pairing of men that were disputing to fight hand to hand, while the rest of them watched, wagered, cheered, and jeered. It was a very diplomatic move, especially since both gangs were rather small and couldn't afford to lose many members with the street wars going on. Japetto had sought out Kechaiya to attend the event, knowing her as one of the only doctors in Sunset Quarter. He had said he'd pay for her to fix up all of his men that were injured in the fights. The first fight had just begun, and Kechaiya watched with earnest, taking a swig from the wineskin. The Fanged Hare man was rather bland, not really muscular, not fat, not skinny, nor particularly tall or short, and without the adornment of tattoos or scars. The Spades man on the other hand barely had an inch of skin not covered in tattoos, though he was a scrawny guy. The two didn't seem to be the best of fighters, mainly a slug-fest focused on one another's faces.

"What these two fighting over?" Kechaiya asked, honestly interested. It was rare that anyone in Sunberth was smart enough to think toward the future as this man had.

"Well my man there, Graggio, slept with Tattoo-face's favorite prostitute right before it was his turn. Apparently Graggio wore the lass out. Tattoo-face demanded his money back, finding no enjoyment from throwing his sausage down an abandoned mine. When she refused, he turned his anger toward Graggio. One thing led to another, and here they are.

Kech didn't quite understand the bit about the sausage and the mine, but she nodded in agreement, watching as the fight progressed. Both men had broken each other's nose, blood streaming down their faces and bare torsos.

[Tink Scalpellion]

Standing next to these two Sunberthians who were talking, Tink overheard bits and pieces of their conersation. From the little he overheard, it seemed toTink that the men were fighting over a sausage they had slept with. This made no sense to Tink, and he did agree with Gang culture. Ahh Sunberth. Everyone fought over anything and everything regardless of the consequences. Ehh, without these street brawls, Tink would not have customers.Without customers, he would not have a paycheck. Silver linings everyone. As the fight progressed, Tink looked at the man standing next to him, more like looked straight up. Tink said in his deep voice, "Sir. Excuse me. Sir, do you know if these men will need any assistance after the fight?" Offering his help, Tink assumed he would glaly say yes. However, this was far from what happened next. "You talkin' to me dirtball? Now, I don't know what your doing around here and I don't want no trouble. So,stay out of the way and I'll be nice to you."the human replied. Dirtball? Really. Tink was actually compsed of a clay like substance,not dirt. Despite their appearance,Tink along with other Pycons took pride inthe fact that they were created by Hamaraus, the Alchemy god. "First, don't call me dirtball again. Second, I was only offering my help. I guess you were unintelligent enough todeny it. Heh, I won't be helpin' you now." "Ahh. The little pile o' shyke has a voice now. Well, I'm gettin' tired of your mouth, so I think you should be leavin'." At that, the man kicked Tink, jolting him several feet into the air and directly into the middle of the fight and he crashed into the man named Graggio.

[Kechaiya]

There was a small uproar as the crowd watched a man kick what looked like a pile of shyke at the men fighting. It smacked into Graggio and Kechaiya couldn't help but laugh. The large man didn't even pay it any mind, proceeded to grapple the other man's arm. He was attempting to break it at the elbow, but as he stepped back, he slipped in the dirt, and fell on his back, letting go of the man. The man now had a great positional advantage, and used it to rain blow after blow into Graggio's face.

Kechaiya watched intently, wondering how many punches it took before Graggio's large nose broke. Apparently six was the number before the loud crack and blood short out. But Graggio wasn't finished. The next punch that came was deflected and Graggio grabbed Tattoo-Face by the ears, and used them as leverage to roll the man off of him. Keeping ahold of the man's ears, he pulled the man up, rolled his head back, then smashed it down, forehead first into the man's nose. It may have taken six punches earlier, but it only took one headbutt. But Tattoo-Face was unable to stay conscious, and Graggio dropped him in the dirt. He has won and the argument was now over. He stood up and walked over to Kechaiya and his leader. She hopped off the cart and began digging around in her pack.

A broken nose really wouldn't require much from her, but she got out her water skin and some bandages. Turning toward the man, who absolutely towered over her, she waited on him to realize the height difference. He never did. "Need be low. Too tall. No can reach nose." The man apologized in a very deep, stuffy voice, and got down on his knees, his head now at her chest's height. "I put nose back. Hurt bad." He nodded, and she began examining the nose. The break was pretty high on the bridge, and looked as if it broke in a horizontal line. The lower portion was noticeably off-center and would need forced back. She gingerly placed her thumbs on either side of the nose, making sure the break was in the center of the digits. Then, without warning, she pushed them as hard as she could muster inward. There was a small crack, followed by Graggio bellowing a bit.

"Stop cry. Try blow out nose. That way." She pointed away from her, and he followed her orders. A bunch of blood sprayed out both nostrils, and he immediately began sucking in air again. Both nostrils seemed to be working. "Thanks Onyx Eyes." He smiled at her sweetly, but she was already turning away, and missed it. Graggio looked to the leader who just shrugged, and the crowd was mingling now, mostly discussing the fight, as well as the next one. Kechaiya didn't see who was treating the other guy, but that wasn't her business. She was paid for very specific patients.

[Tink Scalpellion]

"Ohh Shyke what just happened? Where am I?" It took several moments for Tink to regain consciousness and remember the past events. Now,he was laying on the ground next to the other guy. The loser. He was unconsciouss and his right arm looked broken. His nose was crooked and blood stained his shirt. What a great time to wake up. Mind as well help the poor man though.Standing up, Tink walked over to the one named Tattoo-Face and offered his service. He seemed to have regained consciousness. "Ey Tat. Need some help? Doctor Scalpellion at your service. You look like you took quite the beating back there." Tink said "What the shyke! The little Shyke ball can talk! What the petch are you? You callin' me ah wimp? I don't need none of your help. I bet Greggio sent you over here just to hurt me even more. Well I'll show him." Tattoo-Face yelled. With that, he grabbed Tink by the leg and stood up. Not again. Why does he have to be so violent and drag me into this. Ugh. I wonder what hes gonna do next, and I assume this means he doesn't want my help. Shyke. This is probably gonna hurt someone. "Hey Greggio! Take this!" Tatto-Face screamed as he hurled Tink right into Graggio's face from about a distance of five feet.

[Kechaiya]

She squinted her eyes as she heard yelling from Tattoo-Face. He looked as if he was yelling at a large pile of shyke. He must have taken a few too many blows to the head, for that was the manner of an addled man. Kechaiya grabbed her wine skin, taking a hefty swig, as she now saw him pick up the shyke. Eyes locked on the unfolding situation, Kech immediately found herself readying her body to move. She was not about to get hit with shyke today.

But apparently Graggio had not been so lucky to see that coming. It hit him right in the nose, and Kech knew it had to have hurt something awful. But that wasn't the worrying part. That was an act of unscheduled violence. Which meant the entire situation was on a knife's edge. Graggio looked furious, but Kech was more concerned about the nose she'd fixed. It appeared to be fine, but with a bellow, the giant man started charging toward Tattoo-Face. With a shrill whistle from their leader, several of his own gang member moved to stop him. It took eight of them to stop the big man from ripping Tattoo-Face to shreds. They managed to pin him down and knock him out.

The leader on the other hand was approaching the other gang as arguing and debate and negotiation broke out. Kechaiya stayed back, ready to run or work, whichever seemed safer. It was understandable, you just don't throw shyke at people, they were people, not Jamoura.