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Silver:
I didn't.
Finishing on the small pieces on Calx's face and hands, she removes his shirt to reveal the biggest problem.
A good sized piece of steel was wedged into his right shoulder. It refused to budge. Looking annoyed, she tries pulling a little harder. Failing, she tosses the tweezers away, and grabs onto it with her hands, pulling again, the sharp piece of steel cutting up her palms.

Frenchfry:
Nex was tearing the skin of her hands apart in her attempt to liberate a shard of steel from Calx's chest.
"Hm... Miss Nex, I strongly suggest you stop what you are doing immediately."
Stefan sat down next to her, putting his hand on her shoulder.
"I don't know how tough your hands get from pulling a trigger almost a mile away from your target, but being a Thai Boxer, I'm sure mine are a tad more resilient. So, please stop disabling yourself. Let me take care of it."

Silver:
She stops, and begins to gnaw on her thumbnail in a very familiar fashion staring at the wound Calx created for himself.

Frenchfry:
"Ooohh... so THAT'S where he got that from."
Stefan reached into his pocket to see if he'd remembered to back his hand wraps. Traditionally, they'd be used to stabilize your wrists and minimize the bending they do on impact of a punch. By changing the pattern of the wrapping a bit, however.
And... He had them. Wrapping the fabric around his hands, he made one final attempt to make small talk with the Stoic sitting next to him.
"That was a depressing sight, you know? A pretty girl destroying her own hands in an attempt to pull shrapnel out of a friend. Fortunately for the both of you I was here. Otherwise this steal would never have left his chest, and you'd have a good set of severed tendons for your troubles. I'd recommend treating that, by the way. Don't wanna end up where I'm going in twenty years, with completely useless hands."

Securing the wrap on his second hand, Stefan grabbed hold of the metal jutting out of Calx.
Buddy, I know I'm gonna hate myself for this later. Kindly prove me wrong.
He pulled upwards on the metal. At first, he thought he'd gotten it out instantly. closer inspection revealed that he had, in fact, lifted Calx's chest about an inch off the ground.
"I'll hold him down."
Astrid, who'd been silent for a while, crouched down opposite Stefan, holding the sniper to the ground.

Pulling upwards once again, Stefan instantly felt the pain of the metal. It hadn't bitten through his wraps yet, but the sheer concentrated pressure was hell on his tendons. Resisting the urge to try shaking it lose, he pulled a bit harder. A slight tearing noise signaled the end of the use of his wraps. He could feel the metal now, cold, sharp, tearing into his hands. Before he'd started his Muay Thai training, this pain would have made him quit. Then again, that would make him seven years old.

Light pulling clearly wasn't working. Taking a deep breath, Stefan let up on the pressure for a moment. Taking two more deep breaths, followed by a shallow inhale, he pulled the metal towards the ceiling one more time, emptying his lungs of anything even remotely air-like. This time, he barely even felt the shrapnel. It just launched itself out of Calx's body, flying out of Stefan's hands and embedding itself in the wall behind him.
"Uh... Mission accomplished, Nex. Sorry about the damages."

Silver:
She was staring, wide eyed at Calx who was now completely awake. His lips moved, but not a sound came out. He began to gasp for air. It escalates to a cough, and blood flies out of his mouth.
The sheer pain preventing him from moving, he layed their wallowing in it.

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