Santiago was freed. His comrades saved him and now he was free to use his weapons. Free to kill the son of a bitch that messed up his arm. Immediately, he screamed at the Saurian as he aimed at the center, on the low, of the Saurian and let loose a burst of 5.56 mm rounds deep into and through the alien body. Once done, he set aside his machine gun and emptied all the rounds in his pistol into the downed Saurian.

When that was accomplished, he put away his pistol and picked up his machine gun and let one of his friends apply some quick fix on him. He groaned as it was being done and waited for a moment after it was finished. He stabbed some morphine into his body too just in case.

He ran to the south and found cover. He set up his machine gun close to a disabled vehicle. He was glad he had a bipod for it. For now, he was stable. He will need surgery later on after this mission but for now, he can fight again.

He checked his weapon for ammunition, the safety and then shouted to his comrades, "COMRADES! I'M ON THE SOUTH! I'LL COVER YOU!" 

Then he went quiet, chambering a fresh round into the gun and then unleashing a burst of fire down on any incoming enemy targets. He always aimed for the center, spraying carefully if there were more targets within his kill box. The pain was slowly going as he slowly focused and did his job, his machine gun singing in the din of the battle.