"You fool" as tempestus could be heard he turned and moved to the apothicary "do not do this now" with that he moved his sheild arm under the apothicary "librarian pull the blade out and i will stabilise him the best i can" as he spoke he he put his powers into work
Draconion snorts again, torn between contempt and grudging respect as he wipes his suburito clean on a cloth and slides it back into his belt, stepping back to watch as Sirius sinks to the sands. At least he had the decency to finally perform the belly-cut - or his own approximation thereof - in atonement, though he fancied atonement was probably the furthest thing from the prideful man's mind. Still, at least it was a stronger sign of conviction to the Salamander than all sneering scorn that had dripped from the Apothecary's lips thus far. Seeing his friend run onto the sands, he greets him with a nod and shakes his head. "No, Brother Wolf. He did it of his own accord. I did not use my powers in this arena, save to give my feet firmer footing to make up for the armour and the gun." Turning to Marmaroth, he bows in acknowledgement and obedience, and stands by in silence as the orderlies come to remove Sirius.
"This one is doubtful. Jerry-rigged much in this one's life. Angered many a machine spirit. Particularly vivid memory of enginseer yelling at it still present." Six turned to face Sitri, and bowed curtly and quickly. "Astartes designated Sitri. This one, designated 232611-Ares, reports for testing out the Predator class tank designated Ultima Vale's stormbolter system. Asks for permission to enter and begin trial."
"As you wish, Ancient One," says Draconion, nodding to Tempestus. Kneeling beside Sirius, he does not remove the blade right away, but rather takes his bloodied sword-cleaning cloth and makes a ring-shaped dressing about the knife. Applying pressure on the wound with one hand, he removes the knife with the other and remains with both hands pressing down firmly on the spurting wound.
<Steinar Greywold> "To the Apothecarion or surgery here, Marmaroth?" The Space Wolf inquired, given the Venerable one wanted to do it apparently right here and now. He turned to Draconion. "What was the use of this duel anyway? He obviously did not want to fight, and you even simply beat him up! There was no honor to be found for either of you. What sort of brotherhood is going on here?!" <Sitri> "Go ahead, assume position. Targets are up and ready to be shot." <Marius> "Believe me, this Predator is quite a bit different. It is a Lord of Destruction, after all!" He grinned more than certain that she will find everything just fine.
"if you clear the way to the apothicarian, i will get him there, and this way only i will need to carry him"
"On my world, a warrior accounts for careless words and deeds with his life," says Draconion matter-of-factly, still concentrating on applying pressure to to Sirius' wounds, "And refusing combat after the fact will not save him from death at the hands of the aggrieved party. Sirius, by his words and deeds on the battle of the bridge, proved himself no brother of mine."
"enough" as he spoke the vox generated voice of the dreadnaught showed anger "leave it at that, marmorath i am moving him now get a medic team ready"
<Steinar Greywold> "I could carry him faster, no offense Venerable one, but my mobility is higher." He gulped, as if afraid of a possible answer from the Dreadnought could be negative. "But of course, I shall clean the way." Steinar did not reply, he did know too little of the entire dispute, but it was definitely awkward for him, given that the Apothecary managed to save his arm, plus that he saw Draconion as friend and brother, yet what he just did was anything but honorable. But then he found the words he knew were right. "We are not on Nocturne, neither on Fenris." He then just ran off to clear the way to the Apothecarion.
