The blood connected with the helmet, cracking Howard's faceplate. He shook his head and stumbled back as some of the other guards behind him finally caught on and opened fire. He dropped onto the ground and ripped the helmet off his head, watching as the waterbender who had tried to stop him was now twitching on the ground in pain. However, the job she had originally was done, to stop the hulking mass of metal. He moved over and grabbed the back of her uniform, dragging her away from the fray as he examined her wounds.<br/><br/>He was not going to call for a medic, not for this one. She won't die, just that it would hurt like hell. He propped her up against the wall and gestured for someone else to take over as he prepared to stop the advancing group of inmates.