Leonard helps Master Nerrik to a seat, before stumbling over to Master Valenti, who had fallen unconcious at the feet of a new-comer. After a few moments, Leonard nods.<br/><br/>"He'll be all ri-" He begins, but is stopped as he hacks violently, new dots of yellow and red speckling his headwrap ".. He's fine. Just not enough air getting to the brain, I think."<br/><br/>Rising, Leonard turns to the grunting Nerrik, the demonic ichor causing smoke to rise. Wiping some of it off, he looked around before making an open-handed gesture at the much larger new-comer.<br/><br/>"Rip off some shirt." Leonard demands, before making a 'Hurry Up' gesture, "Now would be nice!"<br/><br/>With the sound of ripping cloth, Leonard gets his makeshift towel and begins to clean up the Luchador Monk.<br/><br/>"As much as I appreciated the assistence, Master Monk, you should have left there immediately." Leonard looks up at the masked man, before a smile on his diseased voice adds "Though I must admit, you were handy to have around."<br/><br/>With a wink, Leonard finishes his basic medical, before patting the Monk on the back.<br/><br/>"I am Sir Leonard, as close as we get to a veteran among the Guardians here. It's my job to ensure your safety, so I should ask you allow me to die first before charging in." A small coughing fit later, he adds, "Not that I expect you to listen, I just need to make sure I say that, soas Master Zato doesn't get on my hide for being impolite."