Round 2 Team 7

[Lloyd]

Just as the cold steel of Lloyd’s scalpel kissed the yet colder skin of the woman’s breast Philomel began to panic. She began screaming the name of her fox friend from earlier. Lloyd did not understand their connection, but it was clear that they shared some kind of deep relationship. She was loud, loud enough to scare poor old Hector into taking a second step back from the faun. Though her wailing didn’t stop the young Orlouge; he, like his sinister sister, relished a chance for mutilation.

He merely squinted and proceeded to drag his sharp utensil across the length his her breast. A perfect cut. Speckles of blood began to bead up out of the hairline slit in her flesh. With his fore finger and thumb Lloyd separated her lightly tanned skin. Her muscle pulled apart with such ease exposing her bloody breast plate.

The mystic was so incredibly focused with his impromptu surgery that what was happening around him seemed to become blurred and distorted. When the dark surgeon is in such a state of concentration it is almost impossible for him to respond to outside stimuli. He completely relies his faithful slaves for protection until he has finished whatever or whoever he was working on.

Hector watched with his glazed-over eyes the faun as she continued to panic over her missing companion. Though he couldn’t quite understand whatever she was crying out he could see the utter horror on her face. He grunted and resumed a protective stance over his master. Then, like the forest creature she was she leapt past both Hector and the boy, once more disappearing into the thick.

Easy come, easy go.

Lloyd examined the cold insides of the young woman. He noted that underneath her epidermis and dermis there was a distinct thicker layer of flesh. How strange, he thought remembering back to the last time he saw this. This thick layer of skin was only found in the bodies of fallen demons. Not unlike his mother. He looked up at her face once again to reassure himself that he truly didn’t know this girl.

Still she did not bear the same face as Astrodeia.

Lloyd returned his surgical glare once more to her open chest. He licked his lips before plunging his long pointed fingernails into the opening. It didn’t take too much force to break the breast plate- and past that point he was near his goal. With only his hand to guide him Lloyd explored her insides until he felt it. Her non-beating heart was literally in the palm of his hand. He felt it for
a moment, with his thumb he felt how three distinct cords were connected it to the rest of her body. With a slight fist he pumped it once or twice manually.

Then the Sinister Surgeon froze solid once more. Fear washed over him as he heard the most terrifying voice.

“Son…”