IC: Agrona - Kini-Nui - Mangaia
"Unlike most, I'm not afraid of pushing the limits of knowledge or power," Agrona pulls back to get a more overview look of Toros' face, revealing that his mouth had been stitched shut in both corners, "Intentionally or not,Toros here has been a hindrance to both you and us," Agrona gestures lazily to the others in her party, "Toros is a victim of circumstance. And yes, we could easily have killed him and left his body to the worms," The Lesterin pulls out a secondary needle, reaching for a vial in her bag, "But that would be boring, not to mention a waste." She fills the needle and injects it into Toros' cheeks, pointing at the injection points to interrupt her own explanation for another explanation, "I'm dumbing down all the nerves in his face in order to minimize pain," Agrona puts away the medical needle and vial, "If he feels too much, he will wake up."
She waits, still seated on Toros, but takes the moment to sharpen her bone knife, "You see Syvra, we're all opportunists here," Agrona looks up from her blade sharpening, "Even you. In a different way perhaps, but my point still stands. This victim of circumstance can help us expand our knowledge and power."
Agrona leans forward, taking the knife to Toros' lips, cutting just under the most exposed part. She then takes her free hand and places her fingers in the wounds, feeling for them. She decides the cuts were not deep enough and goes in again, "The nerve endings in the lips are very sensitive," Agrona explains, deciding that the drugs have certainly kicked in by now and are in full effect, "Hence the much stronger pain-killer." The witch-doctor then covers Toros' mouth and closes her eyes, letting her mask of healing take hold. She pictures the mouth, all the nerve endings it contains. Normally, one would picture these things returning to their natural state before healing them. But Agrona visualized them the way she intended them to be. She could see very clearly, Toros' nerve endings in the top lip meeting with the nerve endings in the bottom lip, crossing over what was once a gap, sealing it with skin from the Toa's mouth.
She pictured them broken, and forged again to remove Toros' mouth.
Agrona felt her energy flow through her, dancing into the fingertips, where the pulsating power began to push into Toros' face.
In a moment, she had healed the damage caused exactly as she wanted it: Wrong.
"In this case, Toros is our means to garnering power Syvra," Agrona reached for the small steel pick and pulled it from the torch she had lit, the hammer-like end now red hot. She placed the burning steel over Toros' mouth, cauterizing it shut entirely from the outside, the sound of hot flesh filled the air. Agrona spoke over the hissing, "This is an opportunity."