Hearing the guards commotion from the other side of the pillar, Feign tries to dredge up the memories of First Aid lessons under the pressure.  Feign finally just picks a flask from the medicines, he taps out some of the powder in the flask on each of Sara's wounds.  As soon as the stuff hits her blood, it foams up and hardens, forming an amber colored shell over each wound.<br/><br/>He quietly sighs, realizing he made the right choice.  The stuff should apply pressure as well as seal the wounds.  If hes' remembering correctly, it also has some painkillers mixed in.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he hears the guard take cover on the other side of the pillar, and he suddenly freezes, silently drawing four bolts as he has done many times so far, loading one and holding the three between his fingers.  The way the three in his hand are arranged, they look almost like claws jutting from the front of his fist.<br/><br/>He waits frozen there for the guards to pass the pillar so he can get a shot at them.