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It was chaos to say the least, Vendril's eyes flickering from here to there as everything happened. Though it was the loud crash that caught his attention, head turning on a swivel to see Clay and the broken table. His words coming forth right before the pair of bullets that peppered the wraith, if it wasn't enough another pair would find their way against the spectral being as Vendril rushed forwarded. Picking the man up with ease and setting him down. 

"[color=goldenrod]Stay close![/color]" He'd utter loudly before moving for the woman in question, taking aim and firing the last bullets he had loaded into the wraith. Ejecting the used ordinance onto the floor and quickly reloading, by the time the wraith may turn around he'd once again have his pistol up and at the ready before firing into the spectre again. Once it was beaten or had fled he'd rush over to the pair and quickly see what was going on. But if he knew any better the man was turning into one of those things. 

In response he'd pull the woman away, if Clay listened himself as well, to a safer distance before quickly going through his bag trying to find something that he could use. He knew his own blood would work to counteract any poison, disease or even magic but Vendril couldn't be certain the man would survive the transition himself. But without any other method at his disposal, Vendril groaned as he took out a knife and cut his finger enough to bleed before rubbing the injury with his purple blood. Better to at least try then just to allow it to happen. For Vendril the wound just starts sizzling and whatever intruding substance would fizzle and turn to smoke, be it as simple as rubbing alcohol to magical substances.