Uriel Sancroix | Knight of Two
On the horizon he could see that the reinforcements had arrived, and quite candidly had things in hand. The Vastimian military where able to handle many of the stragglers, allowing him to press forward if he so wished. He began to turn forward, before pausing. While he could keep charging through the city, and hell even make it to the war room, he had to wonder what that might bring. That even if he could expose himself as an agent, the implications and repercussions would be something that they couldn't address right now. And … there was the topic of Maria.
Uriel turned around looking to see what transpired once more in his attack, and he could see Maria being carried by one shinigami. She did not look well, and for that matter nor would Jonathan if he pressed further. He sucked in a conflicted breath, before cursing under his breath. He couldn't merely leave them unattended, and he'd finally utilize Hoho. In a blurred movements he'd move across the scorched terrain to arrive at the scene of Jonathan. From his collapsed state, he could only guess that the Quincy had exerted himself. He'd begin to pick him up with his free hand, noticably despite having been in the epicenter of a nova he wasn't harmfully hot to Jonathan.
Hefting him up onto his shoulders, he didn't need to worry about being careful with him. He was a soldier, any bumps and bruises he had would be taken care of. The more serious problem lay if he exerted his energy to the point of a complete burn out. So he'd begin to utilize his Hoho once more, to arrive at the scene with Maria. As he stopped on a dime, a bit of wind and dust kicking up as he grunted. He'd lay him down next to Maria, not speaking to Laskt yet. Once he did, he turned him onto his side and pointed his closest to the ground straight upwards above his head. He'd then bend his knee, having it curled upwards.
As the medics hadn't arrived yet, he'd do the same to Maria. He'd speak, now. "Recovery position. Won't choke on their own blood, or puke like this. Keeps the body in a safe position." It was a basic military combat care, and would at least leave them in acceptable positions for the medics. He'd begin to reach into his cloak, which hadn't burned away, for something before cursing. In a few second she'd be quickly searching Jonathan pockets, looking for something before finding it. It would a journal, and pen. He'd set it off to the side, as he began to examine the person of Jonathan and Maria.
Even though his powers where in no shape and form healing, he was a trained soldier. Whom held multiple certifications when it came to Tactical Combat Causality Care. From Laskt perspective Uriel seemed to have things well in hand, as he evaluated their condition and writing it down in the book. Presumably to hand off to the medics once they made their way over, to make their jobs easier. He seemed to have no problem with literally cutting the clothes of John and Maria, not caring for their modesty at all. Once he had their conditions fully documented, spiritually and physically, he'd place the papers with his notes under each of their arms to prevent them from blowing away.
Of course, once he finished he covered them up with something. As he rested on his knees, sighing deeply. He'd look up at Laskt with an expression which seemed to say he was tired. "Thanks." He'd remark in general, and if left alone would merely take up the duty of waiting for proper medical care.
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