Medkit was sat at a bench, nearly obscured by a busy crowd. Dragging his hand out of his first aid kit, a crystal was summoned just at the very tips of his fingers. He held it in his palm, clasping his fingers over it. It emitted a strong pale green glow that would pulse after a few seconds. Wielding a checkered revolver, he shot a bullet into the crystal, and it burst into mere fractions of itself. "Yikes," he muttered, looking at his gloved hands. That's gonna stain.