[center][h2]PFC James Hunt|Le Haye Sainte[/h2][/center]

James didn't argue with the Sarge. "Will do Sarge." Setting the can of Ragnaid he'd used on Lilly and going to one side, he sighed. He couldn't afford to ignore his own injuries any longer, the Sarge was right. Closing his eyes, he reached down and grabbed the large piece of wood. [i] Alright, on three then. One, two, three![/i] He pulled it quickly, but it didn't quite come out cleanly, he growled loudly as it tore off some additional flesh then threw the thing aside. "Damn that hurt." He limped to the APC and grabbed a smaller can of ragnaid since he had left his pack stowed further back on the APC and put it on his wound, hissing in pain.

Maybe he shouldn't have responded so harshly to Durandal, not lashed out so much. But he knew he was right, not to mention getting shoulder checked that way had hurt like there was no tomorrow with that splinter. Looking over towards Lilly, he made a silent prayer for her. He then went to scrounging around the debris for gear that the Imps had left behind. He didn't want to deal with the rest of his squad right then, not after what had just occurred. He settled to dig around the nearest building to him and set to work, moving debris around quietly for several minutes.

He pulled out a couple messed up Imp rifles and some blown up ammo boxes before he smiled. Reaching down, he shifted the stone and wood around until he was able to pull the sniper rifle free. Unfortunately, it would need some work and repairs after having the building collapse on it, but it was a decent rifle. It was a ZM SG 2, one of the Empire's better sniper rifles, and the scope was surprisingly undamaged, though the barrel and possibly firing mechanism at least weren't so fortunate. His leg acting up, he finally succumbed to the post battle exhaustion and flopped onto the ground, waiting for either the order to back up or someone else to find him and try and rail him for what had happened.