It was all over in a blink of an eye much like he predicted. Distracted by the eclectic mechanic Warner barely saw the carnage inflicted in the valley. All the he saw from his perch up above it all was the dust,roars,screams and copper smell of the ensuing final climax of the battle. For him there wasn't much suspense in waiting for the dust layer to lift since Rez's gang were always quite vocal in their victory. Now with that over he could looked to Amanuel and the other biker Rez had dispatched to his location.<br/><br/><em>"Well nevermind what I was going to do..."</em>Already began to collect the rest of the shells by the handful.<em>"You can go play with your buddies, Am climb on up the side I'll take you down"</em>Although he was sure the biker didn't need to be told but the old man seemed hesitant...no reverent when he moved to hang on the side. Taking the box Warner ducked in to drop it on the left rear passenger seat before buttoning the hatch. Looking out the window he noticed the mechanic to be rubbing the exterior of Betty with a care that a priest would give to dusting the cross. Wasn't sure if the man's face was the one of a man who had seen Christ or just surprised by the pureness of the exterior.<br/><br/>Sliding behind the wheel Q warmed up the massive diesel, which gave a loud roar as it was returned to life. Overall it was a few minutes downhill at a decent safe pace as he reached up to turn on the loudspeaker again. Groaning as he hit the valley floor at the destruction that he had helped with, blood seeping into the sun baked ground. Sliding into a fourty five degree angle he was sad to see the gang going about looting the remaining bodies, not policing them but actually looting. Angry he threw the door open restraining from grabbing his rifle but waving his arms for them to stop. Behind him out the open door ZZ Top drifted out across the valley singing about legs,<br/><br/><em>"Ma'am, get your vultures off the wounded!"</em>Whirling to face Rez with a composed face but authoritative tone.<em>"They are no threat to you and they need treatment along with your men. I will aide your men if they stop killing the wounded </em>Looking at Am who had already hopped off to start the salvage<em>"No touching Betty, if you need something hooked up to her let me know mate."</em>Pulling down his face wrap Warner pulled the first aide from the bed of the MRAP and began to make his way to the wounded with a purpose. Sure they were the aggressors but as far as he was concerned the Geneva Convention was still valid even if the UN no longer existed. Reaching down Warner brought the pistol to condition one by unclipping the leg holster.<br/><br/>Dropping next to one of the clowns he laid a gentle hand on the terrified man's chest. Underneath the gloved fingers a heart was going crazy from adrenaline and fear. Scared green eyes looked up at the strange armored man in colors that seemed more outlandish then the clown costume in the wastes. However with that single touch in it's caring meaning he calmed down. Unzipping the kit Warner began to bandage the man's wounds with trained ease, it was evident this wasn't his first time.<em>"It's okay bud, you'll pull through."</em><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Angel Move, using 2 Stock<br/>At 2014-04-05 23:12:08, SGTDan (uid: 37668) rolls: 2d6a2 Result: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56655)<br/><br/>Acting under Fire;<br/>At 2014-04-05 23:13:34, SGTDan (uid: 37668) rolls: 2d6a3 Result: 10 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=56656)<br/><em>Just relax, I'm helping. Would you rather bleed out and have those lovely birdies overhead enjoy a juicy steak for lunch? No then shut up and quit your bitching.</em></div></div>