He catches her, eyes black in fear and fury. "Art! Stay awake, don't close your eyes." He frantically opens his bags, searching for the baggy of ambrosia that he carries around. He pulls it out, and shoves a square into her mouth. He looks up at the direction that the knife came from, and his eyes flare, the ground cracking as he summons two Spartoi with a swing of his scythe. He looks at the skeletons, pointing down the ally. "Kill them. Bring proof back to me." They turn and shamble down the alleyway, brandishing their swords. He takes off his shirt, wrapping it around her bleeding wound. "Where's the nearest hospital.....?" He steps into the shadows, sprinting for the nearest medical building.