white hot + gator attack

[madster]

after abathur came the other medic, running and leaping through the swampy flora. he had gone fully into medic-mode- his heart was racing, but he was focused. if he ever wanted to be sawbone, he'd have to let go of his emotions and act fully on logical and rational decisions. those were hard to do in the heat of a dangerous situation, but he'd manage.

malphas was no match for an angry gator. there was nothing he could do. he eyed leroy- he honestly wasn't injured enough to warrant his undivided attention, especially when there was an alligator on the patient's trail. "abathur!" he called out to the spider. "can you get leroy to safety? we'll-" he was out of breath, and he panted. "we'll probably need to... kill the damn thing." he said, turning. "oh jesus christ, we need morgan," he said, knowing morgan was easily the strongest person in the clan.