Crassius prayed his thanks to the emperor as he grabbed his carapace helm and slammed it back on. He stayed low as he moved to the dying guardsman. He looked and saw that the man wouldn't last long without some form of help. "MEDIC!" he screamed aloud as he pulled a standard bandage from the guardsman's webbing. It was lucky they had been issued standard kit for this mission, he had a med pack but wouldn't want to waste it on a man who would die soon anyway. He watched one of the medics run forward and stuffed the bandage against the wound. It would help him from bleeding out as fast but that it would be it.<br/><br/>He leaned back against the cover he had and waved more troops to him. "MOVE UP! SHOW THESE XENOS SCUM WE DO NOT TAKE KINDLY TO COWARDS!" As more took up spots next to him he looked around for some better cover or at least a flanking position, he needed to get these men out of this trap. He hunkered down not wanting to lose his head. Popping his head for only a short time to fire and look around for a spot.