Shana stared at the ODST a moment longer before reluctantly taking his blade. Ripping open the area of pants covering his knee Shana massaged Sling's exposed skin in circular motions feeling for anything abstract. In no way did she bother with a sensitive approach as she stabbed the blades' point into his knee and take out the piece of bone. Flicking the shard off the combat weapon Shana laid the bloody knife down and placed the bio-foams tubing into the fresh wound. She pressed on the nozzle until the mixture of blood and bio-foam oozed its way out to close the hole. Side stepping toward Sling's shin she shook the can once more and was not convinced she had enough to finish the fix. Shana instead walked back to the computer screen and rescanned the soldier to make sure the knee was at least set. "I cannot guarantee a fix on your shin at this time. The bio-foams' canister is nearly empty." She reported as she stared at the screen before her, eyes scanning what she had done to his knee.<br/><br/><br/>Though O'brian clearly heard the question Sling had asked him, the private did not answer until Shana had finished her work on the ODST. With mouth ajar he took a moment to think then answered, "it's just the Sarg and two others up there right now."<br/><br/>*****<br/><br/>Hearing the spartan's instructions, Jacobs dived into a forward roll and rushed over to join with Smith. Retrieving his battle rifle, the marine aimed for the elite entangled with Hunter but could not get a clear shot. He kept his aim steady and waited for a clearing but had to turn away to shoot at incoming enemy forces.<br/><br/>"Cover me!" Smith called out as his ammo ran empty. Only when the Sargent replied, "Covering." Did he reload his assault rifle.<br/><br/>With an angry caught off gaurd grumble the elite in Hunter's face took his first heavy swing at the spartan.