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(Huh, shouldn't have went inactive for two days in Munich. My bad.)

Avgust came to life in a jolt, coughing out some mucus that was beginning to build up in his throat, causing him to suffocate for a short time. Grabbing his chest, he drew in a few pained breaths, as a few electrons still buzzed around the small piece of shrapnel in his stomach. It was lucky that the Vanguard's interior Arc energy didn't react to the defibrillator and short-circuit Sauron, but he was lucky to be alive as well. Propping himself up on the wall, he secured the small piece of shrapnel in his stomach and prepared to yank it himself. Removing some more balaclava, the last of his tack tape and a knife, he prepared his work, as the Exo began working on Arxus who surprisingly had injuries.

He closed his eyes, and rested for the few minutes he had to. Sleep was something he needed, and being allowed to close his eyes for a short while the effects of his own treatment took place. He was then startled to attention as a Fallen Vandal was brought in for questioning, as his tired eyes looked up to the minion of the Darkness and the Hunter and Titan proceeded to beat and interrogate it. Propping himself up, he dragged himself over to the group of three as he looked at the Fallen Vandal, waiting for the numbers to be given.

Waiting for this, he looked back at Chorrin, the Hunter ally with two handcannons and a rifle he found oddly familiar. He took mental note to converse with this Hunter later, but now he needed to focus on command of the Fireteam to decide what to do. Yanking the bit of shrapnel up, Avgust sighed with pain, as he looked at his clean blade in his hand. The Vanguard's Ghost watched him, bolstering his endurance as the knife sunk his own knife into himself, as he gasped with pain, cutting loose the dead material holding the bit of shrapnel in. Pulling the piece of metal free, he tossed it elsewhere in the cave--as he was allowed to bleed freely once more, taking his role of balaclava in his free hand. Securing the balaclava in place, he ran the role of tack tape around his waist to keep the role of heat in its place. He rested, as his Ghost began applying relaxants to alleviate his pain.