Angela tried hard to contain her anxiety. The deployment came in a flash, and they soon arrived at what would be a combat zone for the next... who knew how long? When Fareeha and her jumpers took to the skies, it seemed that almost instantly there were wounded to deal with. The medics were fast, moving to the wounded, pulling them out of the line of sight of the omnics and working on their wounds. Angela was no exception, even in her exhausted state.

She used her Valkyrie suit to glide across the battlefield as fast as one could run if not faster, conserving energy by not using her legs to run. Landing next to a fallen jumper, she quickly assessed the man's wounds. His right arm was in shreds, and he had multiple bullet wounds in his chest. Likely the unfortunate target of a Bastion unit in turret form. She dragged the heavy trooper aside, then began removing his armor. Blood poured from the wounds, and the man was hardly breathing. Angela took a deep breath and got to work, using her healing on the most vital parts first. She drew a line with one hand slowly over where the arteries in the torso trailed, while one hand lay flat against his chest, keeping his heart beating. Slowly, his breathing picked up, but he wasn't out of danger yet. Looking over what was left of his arm, Angela sighed slightly. There wasn't really anything left for her to heal. She'd have to amputate.

Swinging her bag off of her shoulder, she retrieved a latex band to use as a tourniquet and a small laser cutter. This wasn't something she could do with her suit. After tying off the blood flow to the damaged limb, Angela used the laser cutter to quickly and efficiently remove the flayed, mangled skin and bone. Once the parts were cut off, now she placed her hand over the end of the stub, watching the skin heal rapidly beneath her fingers, covering the exposed muscle and bone. The amputation was safe and complete, and this man would live. With a prosthetic, he could easily go back to his days as a jumper.

She motioned to another medic, quickly telling him to drag the man to the backlines. The other nodded and lifted the healed jumper onto his shoulders, carrying him away. Angela took a deep breath to steady herself. Blood was staining the ground, and this battle had only just begun. Scanning the area with watchful eyes, Angela moved from casualty to casualty, healing those that could be saved, even allowing some to return to the fight. She saw once or twice the surprise on Fareeha's face when a downed jumper rocketed back up with ferocity in their eyes.

Kalte's soldiers were some of the fiercest ground troops Angela had seen in a long time. Some continued to fight while heavily wounded, waiting on a medic to get to them but never dropping their weapons unless to self-administer a tourniquet to stop bleeding. Angela tended to a few of them, forcing a few to leave the frontlines much to their disagreement.

For a stretch of time, it seemed that the fighting was at a stalemate, but then Kalte made one motion of his hand and the remaining Swiss troops moved forward towards the omnics. They were pressing forward, making progress. Angela moved forward with them, steady despite her own exhaustion. Her suit was doing what it could to regulate her body's temperature and condition, but even small bursts of adrenaline from the suit couldn't counteract her brain's need for rest. She hoped that this would end soon, but there was no end in sight. Not now, at least.