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The night had been eventful, as Baryos soon found himself dizzy from exhaustion. Losing blood can do that to you. His fieldweave and neural pathways within the suit were burnt badly. That would need heavy repair.

Baryos glanced at the group of Guardians.

"Gentlemen."

Then, without another word, the Warlock limped out of the circle. He returned to the medical ward. He replaced the low-running Ether drip to the comatose Fallen, and fell asleep on a cot, not even noticing that the collapsable cot had snapped him in like a clam, his face hanging out.

"A Warlock burrrito? Years of brilliance and scholarship amongst the Warlocks has brought us to this pivotal moment," Lia mused. Nobody had witnessed her slip away. But the Warlock remained asleep. Lia transmatted the Warlock's armor onto the table. As for Baryos, he stayed as he was- only his face showing. She chuckled, and began repairing the armor.