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Varrus opened the door, and beheld baryos laying at the end of the hall, his left leg propped up on a crate, his dented helm staring up at the giant. Varrus let out a hardy laugh and lowered his shotgun, speaking in a lighthearted tone of voice.

"You look like shit kid! Ha! I guess alive shit is better than dead shit, though, so congrats!"

Pacing to the end of the corridor, Varrus knelt, inspecting the state of the warlock. His left leg was most certainly broken, and his helm was dented. A few places beneath his robes leaked blood, but only lightly, his ghost having done its job of stemming the flow. Without another thought, the titan leaned down, scooped up the wounded guardian by the waist, and, much to Baryos's protest, slung him backwards over his left shouder, keeping him in place with his left arm.

"If only Fer were here, then I wouldnt have to carry your crippled ass back to wherever we're meeting up. Then again, you'd probably regret her fixing you up. She may be the most skilled field medic I know, but getting fixed up by her is probably one of the most painful experiences you could go through. Heh."

The giant paced back to the hole with his cargo secured firmly over his shoulder, and dropped down to where Avgust stood, his fall cracking the small boulder on which he landed.

Back in the corridor, unnoticed by eitner of the guardians, a black, blood-like fluid leaked through the vent above where Baryos had lay, warning of a much diffrent fate for the guardians had Varrus been but one level above.