"Right, form a tourniquet just above the wound, I'd prefer to save as much of the arm as possible, sloppy work to take any more than necessary, but I'll settle for stopping the bleeding." Valetni said, half to himself.<br/><br/>Moving from the arm, he studied the gaping chest wound. "Let's see, several broken true ribs, I'd say three. Massive damage to epithelial, connective, and muscular tissue, and definite respiratory issue." The blood oozed up out of the wound, painting a very hard to read picture. He shuffled bloody hands around inside his robes before extricating his 'surgical' kit. It saw use more often for dissection, but at least he kept them sterilized. He withdrew a trocar.<br/><br/>"Help me with this." He told the stitched man, as he attempted to roll the half armored guard onto her side.<br/><br/>This completed, he took up the trocar, and stabbed her in the back.