Howard swallowed and crawled towards his fallen best friend, ignoring the overwhelming sense of dread and anger in his gut as he briskly assessed the damage. He picked up one of his fragile wrists in one of his own dainty hands, searching for a pulse. He felt a small trickle of relief as he felt the faint pulse - Randy was still alive, but not for long if he didn't work quickly. He gingerly removed the ninja sword which had lodged itself in Randy's torso. Then, he took off his shirt, tearing it into strips of fabric and winding the makeshift bandages round the wound. He did this quickly, applying pressure to the space just above the wound to constrict the blood flow and prevent major blood loss. He worked briskly, unaffected by the gore of the scene, concerned only with the survival of his best friend.
He didn't notice when the swirling green smoke turned red, as though tinted with the blood of the ninja below him and the fire of his doctor's silent fury. Nor did he notice when the monster turned back into a startled student, the stank that had tainted her emotions withdrawing, revealing a shaking Heidi Weinerman. She called to her brother, shocked by his single-minded focus upon the wounded hero and the gore her actions caused, pleading to her brother for forgiveness. But her apologies fell upon deaf ears, as her brother tended to the Ninja's wounds. Having run out of material, he tore off his second shirt, and started tearing that into strips and tying those about Randy's torso.
He didn't notice the red stank surrounding him, changing him. He didn't notice the fire upon his skin as he finished tying the last bandage and began pumping Randy's blood manually, fist over his chest cavity and hand over his fist, pumping to the fading rhythm of his bleeding friend's pulse. He didn't notice as his hands glowed fiery red with stank, as his skin grew flaming feathers or as his arms turned to flaming wings. He saw only his best friend, dying beneath him, and felt only his desperate fury towards the universe for daring to attempt removing this child, this angel, this hero, this companion from existence.
He didn't notice when the suit glowed that same fiery red, when the fabric winded itself about the wound, adding extra layers and allowing it's host to heal beneath the magical energy of the Tengu spirit.
What he did notice, was when those beautiful blue eyes finally opened, his chest heaving with the strangled gasping breath of life. And he did not hesitate to wrap his winged arms protectively around his companion.
