"[i]Magic[/i]". Ajax spat the word out like a curse, a strange reaction considering his origins in a land where magic was both widespread and well studied as well as his numerous adventures alongside wizards and their ilk. Hell his current situation was more fueled by magic than what he understood to be technology from a time far more advanced than his own. Then again, the vast majority of Ajax's problems and misadventures and had come from magic and magic users and he had the very firm idea that magic was nothing but trouble and that people would be better off relying on their own strength and what they could do with their bodies. It'd worked out quite well for him.

"It's always magic. You see what happens with magic? You end up lying in a pool of your own blood in some basement", Ajax ranted as he slowly but effortlessly picked the man up like a baby, making sure to to keep him from rattling, his head steady and his ribs free from receiving any weight on them. Magic drawings and doors could wait, for now he was just going to get the guy to safety. He once again slowly stepped around the room, taking care to avoid the wires as he exited and retraced his steps towards the entrance. He carefully laid the man down against the wall and started banging on the blast-door. "HEEEY, I'VE A MAN DOWN OVER HERE, GIVE HIM A HAND WILLYA".