"I'm a Healer, but..." [Arknights x Male Reader Insert]

Episode 7 - 5: High Tide

"Doctor. Are you ready?" Kal'tsit asked as he sat against a lamppost. Beside him stood FrostNova, who of course was holding his hand.

"For?"

"Patriot... You coerced his daughter into betrayal and treason. This is not something he will be fond of. He is the one who blocked your 100% blast... The Parabolic Beam?" Kal'tsit recalled. "Blast." He corrected.

"That. He shielded her from it right? You're not worried?" Kal'tsit wondered.

"No. Unless his shield isn't metal. He's as good as the rest of these idiots." The Doctor answered, referring to those he littered beneath his feet just before.

"Your Electromagnetism... It's fascinating just what you've done to yourself. Your memories are so tempting to put before a cure... just how did you give yourself such unimaginable powers..." Kal'tsit mumbled to herself.

"That doesn't matter right now. We need to put that guy out of commission, and maybe even get him on our side. I heard from a few sources that he's not as insane as I and Talulah." Doctor said nodding to FrostNova, who was slowly trying to place his hand near her thigh, but he snatched it back.

"You'll attempt to spare my father?" FrostNova asked. "Out of curtesy for you, yes. If I had killed you, then you would have soon met him afterwards." The Doctor said standing up.

'I know he's talking about murdering me and my father but fuck that was hot.' FrostNova thought.

"Alright. You're the spearhead, Doctor. You know the drill." Kal'tsit said with a smirk. "Your confidence in me is just as insane as I am." The Doctor said starting to walk away, but Kal'tsit grabbed his arm.

"You really don't understand just what you've done to yourself..." She said with a sigh. "When this is over, we need to have a serious talk." She continued, before nudging him lightly, making him walk away as planned.

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Kal'tsit was on the phone with the head of the Scout Team, formulating a path as the Doctor stood in front of his entire body of troops, who were ready to continue their deadly excursion through the Central Core City.

Through Rosmontis and Amiya's Arts, they were tracking the emotions of the information runners of Reunion, due to the lack of the enemies' comms in the central city. An oddity, but a welcome one.

'Tracking the runner should lead to the receiver, but that doesn't always mean the commander. So we should best look for the source instead, and see where that takes us.' The Doctor thought, tapping his foot as everyone waited.

'With what Kal'tsit described, we move as soon as Rosmontis is done. I hope my emotions don't interfere. Maybe I should use Levelhead early... I'll end it sooner than the limit.' The Doctor hummed, before black marks appeared under his eye lids, and his brow furrowed.

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The Doctor slammed his foot into a guerrilla troop's chin, holding Kal'tsit in his left arm. He used that same foot to vault off of the same dazed grunt and leap over the wide swing of an axe, landing on his feet and sweeping his assailant off their own.

The Doctor swooped up Kal'tsit completely, tossed her in the air, slammed his foot across the axe-wielder's jaw, dodged the stab of an incoming machete, spun around and slashed their side with his rapier, before jumping up, flicking his finger, and blasting them all away, while spinning back and catching Kal'tsit.