He had expected the back draft, but had trusted his fire immunity ring to protect him. As he got the second ever flame bathing, the first being the last test of the ring, Aurelia casting a fireball at him, he still had to control his instincts to panic. A moment later, and he shut the door.<em>Aurelia, abort recovery teams, this thing is going to go up, and quickly. Instead, I need a clean up crew, this thing going is going to poison everything within the blast radius, and for MILES downwind if the blast isn't contained in a force bubble or something. And go ahead and teleport them in, otherwise they will be here FAR too late to do anything but help bury the people dying from radiation sickness.</em><br/><br/>He made sure the door was sealed, and then dashed back to the bridge, pausing long enough to put the mask back on the passenger in the bag of holding. He nodded as he saw the male was still kicking, and put a hand on his shoulder. "Now, I am going to do the same thing as before..."<br/><br/>He began channeling healing energy into the male as he spoke. "but when I finish talking I will..."<br/><br/>He yanked the spike out of the male's chest, keeping the healing energies flowing throughout the 'procedure.' He might have a badly scarred lung, and be mobility impaired from it, but he wasn't going to die here and now. He then grabbed the male, and used the boots of dimension door, and jumped both of them out of the ship, into the field. "Now, you just lie there, don't move much, and not die. I have to try and do something about that ship's blast, assuming the help I called can make it in time."