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

Episode 7 - 6: High Reward

[Lore is missing for a reason...]

"All Operators fall back!" Kal'tsit ordered, the Doctor tucking his crossed arms close to his chest. "Our target is a commander of the Reunion Movement, code name: 'Patriot.' His armor, his strength, his stature, far surpass anything you would expect from a warrior..." Kal'tsit began.

Her tone soon became smug as the rumbling of thunder announced its presence.

"Lucky for us... no man can defeat nature..." Kal'tsit smiled.

"Doctor. Due to his infection, I have reason to believe that a typically fatal wound will not do any significant damage to him. The Originium will grow and replace tissue damage." Kal'tsit informed.

"The rate of recovery can't be calculated?" The Doctor asked, and Kal'tsit hummed. "I can do my best." She answered.

"Don't hold back, Doctor. I know you may have formed a bond with his daughter, but the greater good is at stake here." Kal'tsit added.

"Greater good? Kal'tsit, don't patronize me. As far as I see it, this is just a wall. A wall too high to climb, too wide to go around, and too sturdy to break through." The Doctor felt the flow of the electricity in the clouds began to energize himself, and he smirked.

"But I'm all about passing those limits, Kal'tsit." The Doctor said with a grin, ready to tear through his enemies.

"Whiplash technique?" She asked.

"Whiplash technique." He answered.

Amiya placed her hand on the Doctor's shoulders, ignoring the heat and gazing at him.

"I'm with you." She nodded. "And I appreciate it as always..." The Doctor said with a sigh.

"Crack." The Doctor whispered.

With the snap of his fingers, a distortion of air burst from his hand and sped towards the frontline of the Guerrilla's Defenders, making them and their shields tremble.

Kal'tsit nodded for another attack, and the Doctor flung his arms out, snapping both hands' fingers.

Two more rapid distortions crashed into their shields, but this time, it was almost like the wind itself bunched together the ground, forcing them to huddle.

"Now." Kal'tsit smirked.

The Doctor hunched forward, before reeling back with a grunt.

His body jittered with energy, before he crouched and lunged at Patriot.

"Vanguards, Defenders! Distract the Guerrillas and keep them off of the Snipers. Casters, assist the frontline from afar. Don't let a single Guerrilla interfere with the Doctor's fight. Snipers, when Patriot's armor is weakened, fire on my mark." Kal'tsit commanded.

"I guess I could assist him..." Kal'tsit said with a huff.

With a flash of green, a boisterous screech rang out, before a black wyvern-esqe creature flew across the battlefield.

The Doctor took long strides, unsheathing his rapier with a calmed expression, just as Mon3tr flew beside him.

Patriot hunkered his shield before him, just as the Doctor rolled on the ground, kicked himself up, and flipped towards him.

With a leaping slash, the Doctor clashed with Patriot's shield, and spark pushed the Sarkaz back.

"Damn. Hm... you took it like it was nothing..." The Doctor said with frown.

"Too bad that's exactly what it was—" The Doctor laughed.

He disappeared, and Mon3tr screeched from his position and fired a blast of energy at Patriot. Patriot solemnly blocked, jerking his shield back to block a kick from the Doctor.