ANGEL WITH A SHOTGUN ☆ injured

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[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]There's blood. There's so much blood. A breadcrumb trail of it, sloppily winding down the street, out into the woods, where someone - something - tore a hole in the Proxy's chest and left him to die. Couldn't have been a gator, a bird of prey - they didn't have the technique. Anger bubbles up in his chest, reflexive, but likewise out of necessity. This was their Proxy, their X.O. - his duty was to feel the anger that Aurum couldn't, channel that rage into something useful and hunt down the creature that dared set foot in their home with the intent to kill. His job was to serve. Their job was to protect. They'd failed to keep the Proxy safe. They were still failing - chattering uncomfortably, milling about his bloody body like it was little more than a scratch. The cheetah sets his jaw and flattens his ears to his skull.

"Clear the way - now!" If he was kind, a friendly face at the bonfire a few nights ago, that amicability is long gone. A few unnamed Tanglers skitter out of his way, eyes wide as they flicker between his cold expression and the sluggish blood pooling around their feet. It was a lot to take in, really, and while he isn't thinking much of the gore he could come to understand why they were so unsettled by the sight. Civilians were never very good with this sort of thing. "Give him space. Snarl, get over here, or find another medic. Abathur can't take care of this alone." Giving Snarl an order doesn't feel natural on his tongue - giving orders in general doesn't feel right, but their Proxy is down and the General had yet to show - yet he still reaches out, guarding her from messing with the wound alongside Abathur with an outstretched limb. It wasn't that he didn't trust her, but... Her unconventional ways probably wouldn't do much to benefit them, not now. The spider is asking the lion to turn over, and Kaz wants to snap goddamn, you want him to do backflips, too? but figures it more convenient to step forward, roll over the body himself. Aurum's a good few hundred pounds, a bulky lion with massive wings to boot, but Kaz can manage. He nods firmly to the Proxy, a small warning that This'll Fucking Hurt. With effort, the cheetah aims to wedge his paws under the lion's side, hefts his upper body around a little to expose the wound. "There. Stem the bleeding until someone shows up to administer antiseptic herbs, unless you've got that on hand. Where the hell is Selby? Snarl, I told you to find somebody -"

He's not the best under pressure, not when their second in command's life is at stake.