Nate's pupils constricted, "What kind of surgery is so powerful, is it Magic?"
"You can think of it that way. To be honest, we are actually Mages who guard the world's justice!"
"..."
Nate didn't say anything, just thinking that the stab he just experienced was hard to link to the protection of world justice.
Wayne didn't say much either, act with guile, decide with righteousness, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures, that's how justice is.
"I can lead you to Golden City, but with the way you look, you'll be discovered as soon as you enter the city, so there's no point in doing so."
"Just a bit of make-up will do."
"???"
Nate was completely baffled, watching Wayne cobble together different organs borrowed from their companions into a wriggling black lump of flesh.
What's this all about?