He watched the aides and secondary healers move slowly from shock, before using his best commanding voice. "MOVE YOUR ASSES! People are dying while you piss around! I don't care if you are second rate or just a scribe, get in there and just hold their hands if you can't organize stretchers and bearers or go for someone else who can!"<br/><br/>He raised an eyebrow at her, before glancing at the pieces of transport still embedded in the walls. "Considering it looks like it got maybe four attacks off, and my boys ate most of three of them, I would say likely not. No drones released, which meant it happened fast, which also means the other Beyonders are going to consider it a failure, and likely abandon this line of biohorror. I will admit this was the first time seeing one that small. It runs counter to most of their previous biohorrors, they all seem to get bigger and nastier the longer me and mine fight them."<br/><br/>He looked over her arm, noting the damage to it, and attaching a ring around her bicep above the damage. It immediately cut off sensations below the arm, and he used his energy saber to lop off another couple inches of her arm, keeping the damage from propagating. It had no current indication of doing that, but he had thought that about his original wounds. "Have E'Lune check themselves for more of the little bastards. Hate to learn it jumped to you while you were fighting it later."<br/><br/>He channeled a regeneration spell into her arm, slowly regrowing it to ensure it did it properly. He had time again.