The torrents of blasterfire seemed to slacken again, and Dr. Nox popped his head out from his scant cover again. It was just in time to watch Vialiah create a rather unnatural hole in the chest of one of the thugs, who then fell to the ground clenching the darkly bleeding wound. The medical mind he possessed was already running through not only what his body must be going through, but also in theory how to treat it. If the man got medical attention right away, he might have a chance. Unfortunately, the only Doctor in the room had his services already engaged.<br/><br/>For the moment, those particular skills were not applied to live saving endeavours. Quite the opposite in fact as he lined up another shot at the blaster rifle wielding thug that still stood his ground.<br/><br/>The hold out blaster hit with the punch of a full pistol, despite it's size. In this case, it burned a hole right through the thug's throat, leaving the flesh around it a twisted and burned mess. As the thug fell, clutching a the fresh wound, Sorin took note of the delayed reaction, wondering they shot had penetrated deeply enough to damage his spinal chord. Either way, the man was barely clinging to life, and wouldn't be able to do even that in a matter of minutes.<br/><br/>The doctor smiled to himself and kept an eye on the fallen thugs, blaster ready if any of the dead or dying tried something desperate, but was privately quite proud to have brought down the third thug with two shots all on his own.