Khosin arrived in particularly dramatic fashion, hitting hard and with such final brutality against the Kett forces that Sabinus found himself admiring how a batarian soldier could fight when it wasn’t directed against people who needed protecting. The enforcement gauntlet crushed the breastplate of one of the Chosen, killing the Kett instantly, and Khosin seemed to be in his element. And like a good soldier, he immediately followed up his assault with a request for orders. Given the chaos, it was easy to lose discipline when you had a unit of strangers, so it was a familiarity that Sabinus appreciated.

However, the turian didn’t have time to reply before an Anointed began unleashing heavy fire against the batarian. Sabinus was pinned down; the body of the Anointed he’d killed was the only thing keeping him from taking the brunt of fire like Khosin had. He shifted, putting the shotgun back into the small of his back and pulling out the Hornet submachine-gun from his hip, activating the turbocharge integration between his weapon and his suit, rerouting heat buildup through his armour to allow his weapon to sustain fire.  Next he activated Shredder rounds and tossed a barricade in front of Khosin, giving the batarian something to cover behind. The energy shield deployed immediately, and it gave the batarian’s failing shields and armour a reprieve. Sabinus was about to head out of cover and unleash a torrent of automatic fire against the aggressor when Clyff charged in, using an aggressive combination of firepower and explosives to kill the Anointed. It was reckless, almost as much so as Firu and Kargad who had just managed to drop the Fiend, and Sabinus was about to order him to fall back to the barricade when the explosion and reactionary fire from the now dying Anointed hit the man, dropping him hard. 

[I]"We're not in Kansas anymore..."[/I] Sabinus thought he heard over comms, and while his sensors were trying to refresh against the concussive blast of the mine, the turian found himself wondering what the fuck Kansas was. Coming quickly to his senses, Sabinus quickly took notice of Clyff’s position; no one was dying under his command today. 

[color=cadetblue]”Hold tight, help’s coming!”[/color] he called, heading up out of cover to sprint to the human, firing loosely aimed shots towards the remaining Kett to suppress them more than anything. The submachine-gun shook violently in his hands, but it kept its cool while the heat gauge on his armour began to slowly, yet steadily, climb with each burst of fire. Serena’s drones were soon overhead, peppering the same Kett with fire from the high angle. It was certainly enough to get the man out of a tight spot. Soon, Sabinus reached Clyff and grabbed him by his armour’s collar with his right hand and he held the Hornet in his left. 

[color=cadetblue]”I’m dragging you to cover. Put pressure on your wound and we’ll get you patched up when the enemy can’t add more holes in you. Help kick, if you can.”[/color] Sabinus instructed, knowing full well the fight was almost finished. Dexuret and Ryria were extracting the science team while the others continued to engage the Kett forces. 

It took some effort and return fire to get Clyff back to the barricade that Khosin was offered by Sabinus, but the turian set the man down and began to look at the wound, preparing a dose of medi-gel. [color=cadetblue]”Team 2, if you have the package, begin extraction. Call for pick-up. I have to stabilize a casualty.”[/color] he instructed, his voice even and unexcited. Turning back to Clyff and began to fill the wound with medi-gel, the mesh stopping the bleeding almost immediately. The man might need a blood pack, Sabinus realized. More than enough of it was splattered in the sand. 

Team 1’s leader hit the comms for his team,

[color=cadetblue]”Anjor, Kesir, on my position. We’re going to need cover until extraction; Ward’s taken a bad hit and Sedgoroh’s soaked up way more fire than I’m comfortable with. Khorushi, Bragus, you two hunt down the remainder and keep an eye out for re-enforcements. Watch out for those damned Wraiths; I haven’t seen one since the fight began.”[/color]

Sabinus wrapped Clyff’s arm over his shoulder, helping the man stand. [color=cadetblue]”Can you walk? How bad is it?”[/color] he asked. [color=cadetblue]”I need to get you to the extraction point. You fought well, take it easy.”[/color] he assured him.

A few seconds later, Anjor was falling in, keeping the rear safe. Safely collapsed on his back was Clyff’s dropped shotgun.