Dorian's mouth opened to answer the creature about his unit being stranded on the continent and his journey back from the wastelands of Germany. Sayuri's arrival and little show had him rethinking his story in bemused silence. He hated improvising things on the fly, it was to easy to get caught in your own web of lies that way. He allowed Sayuri to hang on him like some love struck teenager and man handle him so she could heal his wound. Looking into her eyes, he winked once when she laid her hands on his kneecap, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. For the abomination's sake, he put on a small act of amazement as the glowing streams of power licked across the dried blood covering the unbleamsihed skin beneath.<br/><br/>Again at fate's fickle mercies, he sighs as the Juggernauts showed it's cruel sense of humor. As the pair tore through their opponents, Dorian took note of the weakness of the Brigade's creature.<em>'Harrumph. Chivalrous bastard isn't he?'</em>Dorian thought as Sayuri took her dive.<em>'You could be a little less dramatic though, Dearie.'</em>His eyes narrowed disapprovingly at her lying in the dirt.<em>'Well that does it! He'll definitely want to take us in after that display.'</em><br/><br/>A hiss from behind snaps Dorian from cursing the renegade goddess. Without wasting a motion, Dorian spins in place, unholstering his forty-fives. Two shots ring out quickly, burrowing deeply into the Gobber once in the chest. The other bullet snaps back the creature's head with a fountain of blood and gore. Dorian is again facing the pair fighting the last juggernaut, before the gobbo's lifeless body crumples to the ground behind him. He casually holsters the pistols at his side before he takes a seat on a broken slab of concrete.<br/><br/><em>'Of coarse if he does take us to the main base...'</em>Dorian's wolfish grin returning as he sits waiting on them to finish with the sub-demons.