I still have a full round in my ammo pouch just like you all saw I can get on the blunt part of my blade and unload rounds and start flying" Greyson said pausing to take a breath flinching as he kept using the blade for a crutch regardless before continuing " im going to make it their with the ammo I have left then ill gladly seek medical attention until then I wont stop till we get their and finish this assignment end of story" Greyson said groaning as he felt another jolt of pain hit him but no matter what Greyson kept moving along with his sword for a crutch knowing that Greyson will spend hours sharpening the blade back to its original sharpness but hours of sharpening was infinitely better then Greyson feeling like he was letting everyone down and get those looks of pity that he had gotten when he was back in a wheelchair when he was younger. 

Greyson had spine problems as a child and was glued to a wheelchair to go anywhere while his father was a doctor he was no miracle worker so Greyson couldn't do anything and everyday he felt like hell knowing that his disability cost his mother the time of her life to be with his father. It was only recently, a few years ago that his father came up with an experimental procedure and effectively cured Greyson but what he didn't know was that the procedure was illegal and unethical back where Greyson was from they still talk about the Ortega trial that cost his father his license as medical researcher making his mother have to pick up the slack doing odd jobs. so Greyson left and he became a fighter. Greyson never takes his ability to walk for granted and will hurt anyone that does, cause he knows more then anyone what it felt like to not have it...