Haizea swatting his medical skills away was frustrating enough, but the explosion of bloody saltwater hitting both of his bodies was just too fucking much after watching one of his friends be so close to death. Normally he'd be happy, he'd be leaping into the air and cheering because they were all so awesome. Especially Seth, holy shit! But no, none of that.
"Yeah we did, Zea!" He sounds sarcastic. Furious. The original Garrot, the one holding the poleaxe, disappears into a cloud of golden-bronze dust and takes the weapon with him. The doctoring Garrot is undaunted by this. "And I'm gonna have to redo these fucking dressings 'cause of that spiky fuck, or they'll get infected!" Garrot is so mad, this is making his job so much more difficult than it needs to be! But then he sees Seth, and-
"What the fuck, kid?!" He's yelling, sorry Haizea's ears. "What do you gotta worry about if you can do brutal shit like that!?" This is the closest grumpy Garrot will get to a compliment, but it's still pretty overt. That said, he's putting his attention more towards Haizea's head wound since she, well, collapsed.
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"Yeah we did, Zea!" He sounds sarcastic. Furious. The original Garrot, the one holding the poleaxe, disappears into a cloud of golden-bronze dust and takes the weapon with him. The doctoring Garrot is undaunted by this. "And I'm gonna have to redo these fucking dressings 'cause of that spiky fuck, or they'll get infected!" Garrot is so mad, this is making his job so much more difficult than it needs to be! But then he sees Seth, and-
"What the fuck, kid?!" He's yelling, sorry Haizea's ears. "What do you gotta worry about if you can do brutal shit like that!?" This is the closest grumpy Garrot will get to a compliment, but it's still pretty overt. That said, he's putting his attention more towards Haizea's head wound since she, well, collapsed.