Leaving Thunderer in Chariot's capable hands as she was already next to the injured man, Vlad kept his attention on the group's surroundings as they rushed through the city. Keeping up the rear while Mule took the lead, he raised an eyebrow as they came to a stop inside one of the larger buildings in the stimulation. Keeping a wary eye towards the streets, he couldn't quite hold back a sigh as the windows started to shake a bit from the rumbling that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. 

Not particularly keen on testing himself against vehicle mounted weaponry again, Vlad moved even as the plane dropped off the latest batch of androids. Barely making it behind a column before they opened fire and started to tear up the lobby, he sniffed for a moment before frowning. Despite how bare bones the simulation had been in certain aspects, he could still smell the distinctive tang of blood as Thunderer's injury continued to bleed. 

[b]"I've got you,"[/b] he responded briefly to Thrones before wincing as part of the column exploded near his head. [b]"Thunderer, stop making Chariot carry you."[/b] With a raised hand towards where the pair were taking cover, he clenched his fist and cut off the bleeding. Drawing his arm back, the spilled blood crept back into the injured operator before a scab formed over the slash. Chariot might be able to do a cleaner job when she had the time to, but it was enough for Thunderer to stand on his own without too much pain.

While he wasn't nearly as quick as the others, Vlad nonetheless broke cover as well towards the building's entrance. [b]"Feral. Think you can get the VTOL with a boost?"[/b] Aside from looking around to make sure the other operators weren't running into a kill-zone to take advantage of the proned androids, he also bent down just in case she did want to make an attempt.